When you are old and grey and full of sleep
Come my children and sit a spell
While a tale I tell
Lend me your hearts and minds and ears
And listen to my tale of years

Life when you're young
is a song that is sung;
Life when you're old
is a tale that is told.

The journey has wound
through many a ground
Through byways and highways, long and steep
Over hills how sublime down valleys how deep
Come my children and do not weep
For I have yet promises to keep.