This Is All I Ask
Gordon Jenkins, Burt Bacharach
As I approach the prime of my life
I find I have the time of my life
Learning to enjoy at my leisure
All the simple pleasures
And so I happily concede
That this is all I ask
This is all I need
Beautiful girls
Walk a little slower when you walk by me
Lingering sunsets
Stay a little longer with the lonely sea
Children everywhere
When you shoot at bad men, shoot at me
Take me to that strange
Enchanted land grown-ups seldom undеrstand
Wandering rainbows
Leave a bit of color for my hеart to own
Stars in the sky
Make my wish come true before the night has flown
And let the music play as long as there's a song to sing
And I will stay younger than Spring
