(i. hanson/t. hanson/z. hanson)      When we were young stories were told   That I would kiss you sweet like   People said there was a connection between us   Now that we're older stories are told   Of how I hold you tight   Whenever I see those people   I tell them they were right      Stories will be told   From when our children are young   Until they're old   About our endless love   We must have been a blessing from above      Stories will be told until we're old   Stories will be told until the end of time   Stories will be told until we're old   Stories will be told until the end of time      Until the sun won't rise   Oh, let me tell you are mine,   Let me tell you are mine      It all started on 77th street   When we were just thirteen   I had no cares at all   Until I saw you in the corner of my eye   It changed my views   It changed my whole life