How do I know my youth is all spent?
My get up and go has got up and went
but in spite of it all I´m able to grin
and think of the places my get up has been.
Old age is golden so I´ve heard said
but sometimes I wonder as I crawl into bed
with my ears in a drawer,my teeth in a cup
my eyes on the table until I wake up.
As sleep dims my vision I say to myself:
Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
But though nations are warring and business is vexed
I´ll stick around to see what happens next.
When I was young my slippers were red,
I could kick up my heels right over my head.
When I was older my slippers were blue
but still I could dance the whole night thru.
Now I am older my slippers are black,
I huff to the store and I puff my way back.
But never you laugh,I don´t mind at all,
I´d rather be huffing than not puff at all.
I get up each morning and dust off my wits
open the paper and read the obits
if I´m not there I know I´m not dead
so I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.
Nezařazené v albu
- Return to love
- This land is your land
- The bells of rhymney
- Sweet Betsy from pike
- Oh how he lied
- Jacob's ladder
- Go down, moses
- Gee but i want to go home
- Banks of the Ohio
- Ballad of the boll weevil
- A little this n that
- Get Up And Go
- Last Night I Had Stranges..
- Where Have All The Flower..
- Which Side Are You On?
- What Did You Learn In Sch..
- We Shall Not Be Moved