By eric clapton and marcy levy I was a child born so free; It seems that time has put age on me. And when i grow old, will i once again find All of those sweet, innocent times? I was a child born without fear; It seems that time has placed me here. With no freedom to laugh, there's more reason to cry. I really miss those innocent times. I used to feel joy in my soul, But now my sorrow has taken control. As i look around i pray, lord be kind; Just one more taste of those innocent times. As i look around i pray, lord be kind; Just one more taste of those innocent times, Just one more taste of those innocent times.