by Eric Clapton and Marcy Levy
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.
| 1 | Layla |
| 2 | Eric Clapton |
| 3 | Wonderful Tonight |
| 4 | Tears In Heaven |
| 5 | My Fathers Eyes |
| 6 | Change The World |
| 7 | I Shot The Sheriff |
| 8 | COCAINE |
| 9 | Old Love |
| 10 | Someone Like You |