Life seems to me to be a never ending circle
First you're young and then you're old and then you die
So you say you want to know the answers to the questions
The more you know the less you know I don't know why
And as I lay my head to wonder
what tomorrow might bring
Naive youth's a spell you're under
and the little native children sing A-I-A-O
Before they get a chance to choose
They might have to learn to lose
Some learn too late some learn to hate
Before they even learn the rules
I see them playing games of youth
Too innocent to know the truth
For what's the cost of what is lost
For no more happiness pursuit
And as I lay my head to wonder
what tomorrow might bring
Naive youth's a spell you're under
and the little native children sing A-I-A-O