The Red Balloon

When I was young, I set my heart upon a red balloon

I knew of nothing that was nicer than a red balloon

I tried to hold tightly to the string but still I saw it fly away

Now, I am grown and find my heart is in another's hands

And all the love I have to give is in his care

Can our love stay alive until another spring

Will he hold the string or let it go too soon?

Too soon lies the red balloon