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(Kevin Welch, Scott Dooley, John Hadley) If life is like a candle bright Then death must be the wind You can close your window tight And it still comes blowing in So I will climb the highest hill And watch the rising sun And pray that I won't feel the chill 'Til I'm too old to die young Let me watch my children grow To see what they become Lord don't let that cold wind blow 'Til I'm too old to die young I have had some real good friends I thought would never die But all I've got that's left of them Are these teardrops in my eye Let me watch my children grow To see what they become Lord don't let that cold wind blow 'Til I'm too old to die young Lord don't let that cold wind blow 'Til I'm too old to die young From Letras Mania