Knees a woblin’
Skin a wrinklin’
Voice a crackin’
With guitar and pick in hand
Oh what a grand one man band
With a sweet and sour twang
Through drying lips he proudly sang
“Never grow old
Never grow old
In a land that we’ll never grow old”
And the congregation listened
And in my heart I wordlessly wished
That there were some things
that would never grow old
Like happiness, kindness, and hope
Sometimes it feels like those things
have died and turned a pale cold
But I walk on knowing that there is still love
therefore I have no reason to mindlessly mope