When we were young storie were told,
That I would kiss you sweet like.
People said there was a connection between us.
Now that we're older stories are told,
Of how I hold you tight.
Whenever I see those people,
I tell them they were right.

   Stories will be told.
   From when our children are young,
   Until they're old.
   About our endless love,
   We must have had a blessing from above.

Stories will be told, until we're old.
Stories will be told until the end of time.
Stories will be told until we're old.
Stories will be told until the end of time.

Until the sun won't rise.
Oh let me tell you mine, oh let me tell you mine. 

It all started on 77th street,
When we were just thirteen,
I had no cares at all.
Until I saw you in the corner of my eye,
It changed my views,
It changed my whole life.

(Repeat chorus)