Spider webs fall my hands
My age has found a new meaning
Long gone is the softness
Far away is my youth
Grey and old in my outlook
Tired and so cold are my views

Birthday child is gone from here
Birthday boy no more
Time is winning out this war
Time is drawing near

Looks in the mirror to a faded view
Softness in my haze
Hair now parted colour lost
Grey this ear to ear
Grey this ear to ear

Birthday child is gone from here
Birthday boy no more
Time is winning out this war
Time is drawing near

Shine a dazzle from my brow
Lines to show mature
Bones that creak to the open door
Time is drawing near
Time is drawing near