Growing Old Lyrics

Love, I am growing old, I will wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled

Shall I part my hair at all and leave the war to younger troubadours

Remember when the mermaids sang

We thought they sang for you and I

But here we are unknown, with our wrinkling dugs

I am sorry love but I can't give up the fight

Love I am growing old, I will wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled

I will eat fruit by the shore and watch the white hairs of the waves undone

And when the sun goes back to sleep

I will tighten up my nylon strings and say to you

Here is where the stray tales go, stay with me tonight and love

We will have our story told

Love I am growing old, I will wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled

I will feed birds at dawn and drink the poison from the English Rose

Remember when the future held a seaweed wreath of brown and red

But here we are with our dreams undone

I am sorry love but I can't give up the fight

Love I can't give up the fight

Remember when the mermaids sang

I thought they sang for you and I