Youngsters

This one's for the youngsters This one's for the youngsters This one's for the youngsters This one's for the youngsters Growin' old don't mean you gotta loose the stoke Don't mean you gotta be all robo with ya soul Don't mean you gotta loose the gold Golden smile so bright it shining out like angels Blowing down the walls of Jericho Smile big like the golden gates of San Francisco Stay golden girls Stay Golden But that smile came from love Came from God Came from Mom Mommas love jumpin' on the trampoline She always had enough energy for me Teaching me the little things Lettin' me be me Going fishin' down the stream By myself dreaming dreams Always in imagination land Always thinking I was other things Always playing Peter Pan Slashin' through the 'nana trees Tying up ropes repellin' from everything Actually I wasn't playing though In my head I was really Peter Pan In my less than quarter acre backyard I needed nobody My mind was so content Flying high and contagiously free I graduated from my survival training ground got my degree From my less than quarter acre backyard was heaven to me My less than quarter acre backyard was heaven to me This one's for the youngsters This one's for the youngsters People might think we didn't have a lot of things Forget that, man I had everything I had siblings What else could I need We had all the finer things We had family And dirty hands and dirty knees And mountain lands and open seas A pops that played catch with me A mom that took me surfing Teaching me respect of the sea Teaching me a faith built on grace and all the beautiful things The Ko'olau mountains they were singing to me We had all the finer things We had all the finer things The Ko'olau mountains they were singing to me We had all the finer things We had all the finer things This one's for the youngsters This one's for the youngsters This one's for the youngsters This one's for the youngsters