I was a child born so free. It seems that time has put age on me. And when I grow old will I once again find. All of those sweet innocent times?. I was a child born without fear. It seems that time has placed me here. With no freedom to laugh there's more reason to cry. I really miss those innocent times. I used to feel joy in my soul. But now my sorrow has taken control. As I look around I pray Lord be kind. Just one more taste of those innocent times. As I look around I pray Lord be kind. Just one more taste of those innocent times. Just one more taste of those innocent times