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, like the red balloon