Forbidden love Are we supposed to be together We seal the destiny forever Once upon a time There was a boy Just one kiss Just one touch Just one look Just one kiss on my lips

Toy-like people make me boy-like I see myself in there upon my lover I found a reason I seen you go down to a cold mirror It was never clearer in my era so You lick a shine upon your forehead or Check it by the signs in the corridor You light my ways

Golden touch It happens every time your lips touch mine There's a feeling that's so divine There's magic in you I wasn't very strong till you came along You made me realize that by your side, boy Is where I belong There's a kind of magic in the air

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn Is just to love and be loved in return" There was a boy A very strange enchanted boy They say he wandered very far, very far Over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was he And then one day

Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen; And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more, From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between And we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore, Well, we're good old boys, we come

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn Is just to love and be loved in return" There was a boy A very strange, enchanted boy They say he wandered very far, very far Over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was he And then one day

Born on the bayou Born on the bayou. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Now when I was just a little boy standin' to my Daddy's knee My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me 'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now. I can

I'm drowning in the pain Breaking down again Looking for a lifeline Is there anybody out there? Can you pull me from this ocean of despair? When I was a boy I didn't care 'bout a thing It was me and this world and a broken dream

Born on the bayou Chasin' down a hoodoo there And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin' Now, when I was just a little boy Standin' to my daddy's knee My poppa said, "Son, don't let the man get you Do what he done to me" 'Cause he'll get you 'Cause

There was a boy, A very small enchated boy. They say he wandered very far, very far, Over land and sea. A little shy and sad of eye, But very wise was he. And then one day. One magic day he came my way. And as we spoke of many things,