I remember the smell of baking bread always hanging on my clothes
And endless queues of valley boys all slurring their prose
I remember a girl in a green t-shirt with plum coloured hair
And a nervous smile that crossed her face whenever I got near
And we were young free and beautiful
I didn't know it back then
Oh to be young and free and beautiful
To be young free and beautiful again
There were days in pretty seaside towns during bleak winter storms
We'd kill some time in Woolworths' aisles and find a pub to keep us warm
There was a picnic in a frozen park and a famous limestone cave
There was crazy golf at the pleasure park during the oh-three heatwave
And we were young free and beautiful
I didn't know it back then
Oh to be young and free and beautiful
To be young free and beautiful again
Now the time has come that a young man's clothes grow faded and tight
And I look back on halcyon days in rose-coloured light
And as I sink through middle years into ages' dark sea
Well the best thing about growing old is that you're still here with me
And we were young free and beautiful
I didn't know it back then
Oh to be young and free and beautiful
To be young free and beautiful again
And we were young free and beautiful
I didn't know it back then
Oh to be young and free and beautiful
To be young free and beautiful again