Now I’m getting old
I’m getting old and grey and need more sleep,
I nod in the chair, as I drop my book,
Now half read, as I dream of a more youthful look,
My eyes were once smooth, now the shadows are deep,
I need more sleep!

But he used to love my moments of grace,
And my youth that was, was so true,
But my man loves me as I am believe me do,
And accepted my ageing changing face,
As I slowly age with simple grace!