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Heaven bless people who marry young Though I guess that if you marry young You can stumble and fall 'til you stand But at least you stumble hand in hand Never mind what they say, marry young While it's spring and the song is trembling to be sung Let it slip off the tip of your tongue "I love you, you love me, people do, why don't we marry young?" Never mind what they say, marry young While it's spring and the song is trembling to be sung Let it slip off the tip of your tongue "I love you, you love me, people do, why don't we marry young?" From Letras Mania