I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
he shot me down
I hit the ground
that awful sound
my baby shot me down
I hit the ground
he shot me down
that awful sound
my baby shot me down
Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"
Music played and people sang
Just for me the church bells rang
Now he's gone. I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie,to lie
I will shot you down
I will hit you the ground
that awful sound
He used to shoot you down
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight