When I am old one Day,
Children will laugh as I shuffle on by,
Resting with every Stride,
Believing that steps were never so high
When I am old one Day,
surrounded by Pieces is long ago,
I will recall today
and wonder where all the hours go
Will I sit in the Park, Time on my Hands
To soak up the sun, or will I have made my Mark,
And still have some Things that have to be done
Will I talk to the Air,
Mumbling Phrases to Shadows
That hide with People who stop to stare
and wonder just who I see at my side
When I am old one Day
Watching the Children playing their Game.
Someone may pass my Way,
And look at my Face
And call out my Name
Then he´ll remember when
I stood on the Stage and I sang this song,
And maybe we´ll both try then,
To remember the Words and sing along
When I am old one Day
When I am old one Day
surrounded by Pieces is long ago,
I will recall today
and wonder where all the hours go
When I am old one Day
When I am old one Day,
Children will laugh as I shuffle on by,
Resting with every Stride,
Believing that steps were never so high
When I am old one Day,
surrounded by Pieces is long ago,
I will recall today
and wonder where all the hours go
Will I sit in the Park, Time on my Hands
To soak up the sun, or will I have made my Mark,
And still have some Things that have to be done
Will I talk to the Air,
Mumbling Phrases to Shadows
That hide with People who stop to stare
and wonder just who I see at my side
When I am old one Day
Watching the Children playing their Game.
Someone may pass my Way,
And look at my Face
And call out my Name
Then he´ll remember when
I stood on the Stage and I sang this song,
And maybe we´ll both try then,
To remember the Words and sing along
When I am old one Day
When I am old one Day
surrounded by Pieces is long ago,
I will recall today
and wonder where all the hours go
When I am old one Day