Growing Old
Growing Old
Written By: Levin Schwartz
Chorus:
I can’t move
I must ask
For a helping hand.
I can not
seem to trust
my own legs to stand, and face,
the tasks that love demands.
Verse:
Going back to our old town
Full of sawdust and wry.
Now that old couples house is sold.
The two would sit around
Waving at the cars passing by.
We would go and listen, their stories
Never did get old.
With them just passing time and growing old.
Verse:
They said when they were young,
They would go and unfold the day.
Just like sultans claiming their thrones.
Loving like a mid-summers storm,
Wishing hopefully,
For “one day we’ll have a porch of our own,
For us to pass the time
And to grow old”.
Chorus:
I can’t move
I must ask
For a helping hand.
I can not
seem to trust
my own legs to stand, and face,
the tasks that love demands.
Verse:
The truth is an age-old quest
And now were full of years
And together we strongly hold
To the love we had professed
And now were finally here
Slowly growing old together
Slowly growing old
Slowly growing old together
Slowly growing old
Slowly growing old together
Slowly growing old