My friend Harry put all his trust
In all his words when he drank too much
Now he is sober and wonders why
He drank and drank the bottle dry.

Foolish he was to drop his guard
Forgetting it now is very hard
He started off with just one taste
He carried on and spoke in haste.

But now he has learned his lesson well
And this advice he wishes to tell
Be care full my friends when you've had a few
You just don't know who you are talking too.

Here we are on this summer's day
Nothing much to do
The flowers they are on display
Yellow white and blue.

It's time to take things easy
Our working days are done
We get our pension weekly
Now we are soaking up the sun.

Now we are getting older
But we are youthful in our minds
The winter's now are colder
They were warmer in our times.

Our children they have fled the nest
They have gone there various ways
Although we see them less and less
Sometimes they come and stay.

Now we are never in a hurry
We come and go as please
And we have no reason to worry
We just love the summer breeze.

Now we count our blessings
There's far to many to say
And there are so many reasons
To enjoy this summer's day

His work is cleaning Windows
He's been doing it all his life
He was fifteen when he started
Now he's married to his lovely wife.

His children they have all grown up
They have left and gone there way
And still he is cleaning Windows
Fourty years this very day,

He has got himself a tidy round
His reputation is going well
Many things in life he has seen
And there are stories he can tell.

He works in all kinds of weather
The cold never puts him off
He starts early in the morning
And he never seems to stop.

There's an art in cleaning Windows
You can see by the way they shine
If he fails to clean them properly
He will never get paid on time.

He travels to many places
The countryside and towns
His business it is booming
New customers he has found.

He plans to retire at sixty five
Only ten more years to go
He will sell his cleaning business
To whom its too soon to know.

No more rock around the clock
We reached and fullfilled our goals
We made it to the top spot
A million records we sold ,
Now that was many years ago
We had our fare share of hits
Still we do the acasional show
We are comfortable but no way rich ,
The music world is in our blood
There is only one life we knew
We'd do something else if only we could
But there's nothing else we can do ,
Like many a band we have had our day
We don't compare ourselves with the rest.
The acasional gig we sometimes play
But we admit we have past our best.
So now we've grown much older
Far away from living the dream
For with age we all got wiser
Knowing nothing's as good as it seems.
Once we reached above the clouds
Far from the earth down below
Singing and playing to all the crowds
In those days of rock n roll.

I got up one early morning
From a nice warm cosy bed
Retired and no more working
I took the dog for a walk instead.
Outside it was rather frosty
And it was only seven o'clock
I fetched his lead and took him out
For a mile around the block.
He can be rather annoying
He kept making a winding sound
And the cold I really felt it
As my feet stepped on the ground.
I don't do this very often
I just thought I would give it a try
I gave into this demanding dog
And now I'm wondering why ,
He knew just were he was going
And can see I'm an easy touch
He will have to learn and realise
That he cannot trust his luck ,
Now we've done our little journey
We are tired from  walking the street
Now it's off to bed to rest my head
And like he I'll go back to sleep.

Do the best for your children
Take them to the beach
Give them all the love they need
While they're still within your reach.

They'll be grown before you know it
They will leave and go there way
Just think of those lovely moments
And those wonderful happy days.

Now you will see them drifting
Like a ship sailing out to sea
It's sad to see this happen
But its the way it has to be.

A home is what you make it
And you can only do your best
Provide for all there every need
It's down to them to do the rest.

You know you will always worry
That is what all parants do
So go ahead and care for them
And just hope they will remember you.

He says goodbye to rock n roll
But not to his fans and friends
No more reaching out for gold
His fame came to an end

Then he found his destiny
A simple and quiet life
No more traveling on land and sea
He has children and wife.

He has photos all around his walls
They are there in his living room
They were taken in those concert halls
When his band was in full bloom.

The members they have now dispersed
They are doing their very own thing
No need to work play and rehearse
Before getting on stage to sing.

Now he's living his life in the slow lane
No more traveling from place to place
He never put faith in the music game
You can tell by the smile on his face.

So he says goodbye to those high times
He had more than his fare share of them
Now he relaxes at home and there  unwinds
With memories of way back then.