When we are young, age has no meaning I never gave it a second thought Until one day along came this old man And this is what he said to me:
I know what it is to be young But you, you don't know what it is to be old Some day you'll be saying the same thing! Time ticks away, so the story is told I’ve asked so many questions Of the wise man I met Could not find all the answers
No one has as yet There'll be days to remember Full of laughter and tears...
After summer comes winter And so go the years
So my friend, Let's make music together! I play the old, and you sing the new!
In time when your young days are over There'll be someone sharing that time with you.