An old man's cry

When we were young we had fun

wrote so many songs about the sun

like a beggar waiting for a man

old but we ain't undone

back then it was from the heart

no money to buy a shirt

music was true and they were sold

things changed as I grew old

Spent hours staring at the trees

closed my eyes to enjoy the breeze

wrote down how great I felt

as I saw the ice caps melt

Growing up was lightening fast

my songs were only I could trust

for they knew how I loved to rock

and how I felt on a lonely walk

My hair has become white now

I remember taking a vow

my music will always be true

which only my songs knew 

I remember the paintings I drew
of a leaf with a drop of dew
wrote songs on the same sheet
as the earth felt my bare feet 

back then it was from the heart

no money but wore a fancy shirt

music was true and they were sold

things changed as I grew old