When I am old one day,
children will laugh as I shuffle on by,
resting with every stride,
believing that steps were never so high.
When I am old one day,
surrounded by pieces of long ago,
I will recall today
and wonder where all of the hours go.
Will I sit in the park,
time on my hands
to soak up the sun
or will I have made my mark
and still have some things
that have to be done?
Will I talk to the air,
mumbling phrases to shadows that hide
with people who stop to stare
and wonder just who I see at my side?
When I am old one day,
watching the children playing their game.
someone may pass my way,
and look at my face
and call out my name.
Then he'll remember when
I stood on the stage and I sang this song
and maybe we´ll both try then
to remember the words and sing along.
When I am old one day...
When I am old one day,
surrounded by pieces of long ago,
I will recall today
and wonder where all of the hours go.
When I am old one day...