When I was a small boy,   life seemed to be right,   I used to dream all day and night -   and I loved the taste of spring.   Everything was easy,   friends were by my side,   together we shared gloom and light -   till the train fo life rushed in.     Rosie’s got a baby,   I wish the child was here,   we’re just two souls   in a great black hole   year after year.   For every little thing,   there is a special time,   a time to love and a time to hate,   I swear it’s not too late,   I swear it’s not too late.     Sweetness under seal,   the dizzy way you feel,   when every little thing came real,   I thougt I’d found my way.   It seems I didn’t know,   you leave them when you go,   and although life is just a show –   it’s hard to break away.     Rosie’s got a baby, …     Rosie’s got a baby, …     I swear it’s not too late.