@migu music@

They were young children of the golden sun

Oh the love they knew bore no heavy chains

She was coy played games with her little boy

On his heart she signed her name

Innocent and naive tenderness would see them through

Yeah

Now he's a man she's no longer a little girl

Passion and desire came to play

Sister knew mother didn't have a clue

From each other they couldn't stay away

Innocent and naive tenderness would see them through

Yeah

Now they're old the fire they know will never burn cold

Their love burns alive

She's still sweet he still kisses her tender feet

They know their love will survive

Innocent and naive tenderness will see them through