The Days Of Being Young And Free

Amy MacDonald

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Intro: Listen to my heart as it beats for you And it’s telling you the things that I never could And it’s laying it down on the line for you And the years are catching up I can see it on your face And the days of being young and free Are left there with the memories that blow in the wind And I can feel it coming when the Monday morning blues They last all through the week I feel it on Sunday too And I can feel it coming when my knees feel weak And I can not speak the truth The days of being young the days of being free They’re etched upon my face in every light that you see The stories I could tell the lies are told as well What I wouldn’t give to live it all again The years are passing every single day Where did they go? Did you take them all away? Now I’m older and brave And the children they all left They fled their family nest And now we’re all alone And the house don’t feel like home anymore anymore And I can feel it coming when the Monday morning blues They last all through the week I feel it on Sunday too And I can feel it coming when my knees feel weak And I can not speak the truth The days of being young the days of being free They’re etched upon my face in every light that you see The stories I could tell the lies are told as well What I wouldn’t give to live it all again And in my baby’s eyes I lived it all again The fear the surprise everything In my baby’s eyes I lived it all again And I wouldn’t change anything In my baby’s eyes I lived it all again And I wouldn’t change anything End on:

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La chanson évoque avec nostalgie le passage du temps, les souvenirs d'une jeunesse insouciante et pleine de liberté. L'interprète se remémore des moments précieux et contrastés, où l'innocence de l'enfance laisse place à des responsabilités et des émotions plus complexes. Elle ressent le poids des années sur son visage et la beauté fugace des jours heureux, soulignant à quel point chaque expérience, bonne ou mauvaise, façonne notre existence. Le contexte de cette réflexion est souvent lié à un moment de transition, où l'on prend conscience que les enfants grandissent et quittent le foyer, entraînant un sentiment de solitude et d'absence. Ce temps de réminiscence se mêle à une gratitude pour chaque instant vécu, célébrant ainsi le cycle de la vie à travers le regard de la nouvelle génération.

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