You’re young for a golden moment, you sigh and it flies away
And then in the silent September, you dream of the music of May.
You’re young for a shining hour, but soon it’s remember-when,
Take hold of that golden moment,
For once it’s gone, it never comes back again.

Take hold of that golden moment,
For once it is gone, it never comes back.
You cry, still it won’t come back,
It’s gone and never comes back again.
Transcribed by Larry Henares of the Philippines

More lyrics from Frank Sinatra

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