The buzzing of the honeybee Brings back the sweetest memory The perfume of our mystery When we were young Way over the rainbow Where twilight still gleams I turn on my radio Tune in to my dreams There I go again There I go again There I go again In childhood's winter wonderland I held a snowball in my hand The snowflakes turned to shifting sand When we were young Lights flicker in the evening breeze I shiver with the autumn leaves Our hearts were always on our sleeves When we were young When we were young The buzzing of the honeybee Recalls the sweetest memory The way the world appeared to be When we were young When we were young