Saturday's Child

Farewell, my child, it's time To leave this all behind Changing rivers for the sea Farewell to Saturday's child Cut loose before his prime Set adrift in the city Speak to me now of isolation Feel your way home in the dark Here comes the old gray man Back bent before his time Tracing figures in the sand He has no more crosses to bear Sat out 'pon his rocking chair Gazes out toward the sea Speak to me now of visions Seen through a looking glass mind Speak of your inhibitions You still have your mountain to climb