I’m Growing Old

We're all listening

The men of these long unconquered islands

Farmers, city gents, laborers, 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 it's supreme crisis

But by the flavor of life

As the common man lived it

Lived it as never before

And never will live it again

1940

Freedom is imperative

Defend it will all your might

They're all listening

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