It was I Poor as a baby and twice the fool Feral and rude The song that I sing It is a tune in the key of A young man with means
It was I Bothered to witness And pained to see With two failing knees Well into her age Every morning my grandmother Would work for a wage
It's a cold blooded tale Here's the last coffin nail
So long to a life carefree It's passing by with each year or three I'll call it aloud I'll call it by name The young and the vain They are one and the same
It was I Weathered, and battered And compromised Dull in the eyes The song that I sung It is the melody of one who longs to be young
It's a cold blooded tale Here's the last coffin nail
So long to a life carefree It's passing by with each year or three I'll call it aloud I'll call it by name Beauty and loss They are one and the same
