Wearing Through the Pine

Good, good morning

Good morning

Oh, good morning

I don't, anymore, care to wake and tread the boards

I'm wearing through the pine

Such little, little time and little by little, I'm

Wearing through the pine

Perhaps today to feel is just fine

I've no longer hair a blonder than the sun

I'm wearing through the pine

Today, my best friend's turning six, another five before he's licked

I'm wearing through the pine

The trees still rain long after all the clouds run dry

But this train will be on time

So kiss a long goodbye and hold me till the whistle, I'm

Wearing through the pine

Perhaps today to feel is just fine

Is that a pied dove or a magpie at my windowpane?

I'm wearing through the pine

To forgive is to forget, yet I recall all I forgave

I'm wearing through the pine

Until the next good morning