In the year nine, Instead of shine., No lemon brine... In the year nine, Instead of shine., No lemon brine...

I miss the hands I miss the hands

I've been learning: From my early years, To the years till now I've been learning: From my early years, To the years till now

All through the day Through these years It hurts every time When I had to stop. All through the day Through these years It hurts every time When I had...

But that love grew with me Several years passed But that love grew with me Several years passed

Adding on years Enhances our experiences Adding on years Enhances our experiences