I’m Growing Old

We're all listening The men of these long-unconquered islands Farmers, city gents, labourers Miners, artisans, clerks 1940, so long as men remember and facts remain on record This will stand as a year unique 1940, not only by its supreme crisis But by the flavour of life as the common man lived it Lived it as never before, and never will live it again 1940, freedom is in peril Defend it with all your might I'm growing dimmer in the eyes I'm growing fainter in my talk I'm growing deeper in my sighs I'm growing slower in my walk I'm growing careless of my dress I'm growing thrifty with my gold I'm growing wise I'm growing, yes, I'm growing old I'm growing drowsy in my chair And I no longer ponder life And though I save a lock of hair I seldom dream about my wife I'm growing fonder of the fire I'm growing mindful of the cold I'm growing wise I'm growing, yes, I'm growing old I'm growing wise I'm growing, yes, I'm growing old