intro: instrumental music: verse #1: This is the story of my young life It was a childhood to remember A Kiss was larger than life during the month of December School was in full bloom The girls were special in my homeroom There was one that I had my eyes on Diane, was the one I desired upon Chorus: There are so many Stories to be told , before I get too old, my life will unfold, you'll see that I was gold. Memories are all that I have left in this world, and, Stories to be told yea yea (the stories to be told) yea yea (the stories to be told) verse #1: My father died, when I was young I never heard the guiding words from his tongue My mother raised me through an asthma lung She comforted me, until I was sprung It was the Spring of 75' when I finally came alive I was only thirteen but I was cool and lean Sports and music was my thing Baseball cards and backyard swings and friendships meant everything Chorus: There are so many Stories to be told before I get too old, my life will unfold, you'll see that I was gold. Memories are all I have left in this world, and the Stories to be told yea yea (the stories to be told) yea yea (the stories to be told) Bridge: I grew up in a neighborhood where everyone knew each other and still today, when I see them I can call them brother So many good times to recall drawing hearts on the wall in the cafeteria hall of the CYO. These are Stories to be Told !! Chorus: There are so many Stories to be told before I get too old, my life will unfold, you'll see that I was gold. Memories are all that I have left in this world, and, Stories to be told outro: yea yea (the stories to be told) yea yea (the stories to be told)