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