The Stolen Hours

Where have they gone, the stolen hours?
The warm and wistful days, the stolen hours
We were young and so much in love
But time was a thief, it seems, that stole our dreams

In the chill of some December (Of some December)
I'll hear an April laugh, and I'll remember
Moments gone so fast and so few
The sweet stolen hours spent with you

We were young and so much in love
But time was a thief, it seems, that stole our dreams
In the chill of some December
I'll hear an April laugh (An April laugh)
, And I'll remember (I'll remember)
Moments gone, so fast and so few
The sweet stolen hours spent with you

(Where have they gone?) Where have they gone?
(Where have they gone?) Where have they gone?
The stolen hours