Turning back the pages, I remember how it was with you and me
You were just eighteen or so, and I was still a kid at twenty-three
And we had our share of hard times when we married in the spring of sixty-one
But you remember, don't you, babe, how it was to be in love when we were young
It was waking in the morning and feeling deep inside that we belonged
It was making love and dreaming and hoping that the best was yet to come
It was talking of tomorrow, learning how to fly and how to fall
It was reaching high for rainbows and believing one by one we'd catch them all
Looking back, I wonder how we ever made it down the road this far
Cause I'm still working for the county and our savings won't have filled a mason jar
But after all, we're still together and I don't regret one thing we ever tried
We're still reaching eight, we're bathing, hoping that old wishing well ain't dry
Yeah, we're waking in the morning and knowing deep inside that we belong
It's making love and dreaming and looking back on all the things we've done
Talking of tomorrow, still learning how to fly and how to fall
We're still reaching high for rainbows, but I don't believe we'll ever catch them all
In fact, we ain't never caught no rainbows. Honey, I don't suppose it really matters much at all
We'll keep waking in the morning and knowing deep inside that we belong
Keep making love and dreaming and looking back on all the things we've done
Talking of tomorrow, still learning how to fly and how to fall