I was five and you were six
We rode on horses made of sticks
You wore black and I wore white
You would always win the fight

You shot me down
I hit the ground
What awful sound
My baby shot me down

I hit the ground
He shot me down
What awful sound
My baby shot me down

Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
You would always laugh and say
Remember when we used to play

Music played and people sang
Just for me the church bells rang

Now his gone I don't know why
Until this day sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time (to lie) to lie

(Don't you remember?)
Oh! He shot you down
(Don't you remember?)
Oh! You hit the ground

(Don't you remember?)
What awful sound
(Don't you remember?)
He used to shoot you down

I was five and he were six
We rode on horses made of sticks
You wore black and I wore white
You would always win the fight