Tatler 2004 - Blow Me Away

 

 

 

 

 

Hair on your head white as the snow,  
old man stand feeding the pigeons.  
your body is rust, skin is like dust,  
seeing in the last light of evening.  

Lines on your face  
each one of trace the happiness  
distance and sorrow.  
Lonely he stand, weak are your hands,  
old man with the fews tomorrow.

 

Memories gone, friends passed alone,  
old man stand lost in your everies  
Life has been kind, to give you this time,  
to dream on strained as the wind blows.

People pass by no one their way  
not wishing to engage conversation.  
Youm, You know why?  
one looking your eyes reminds them their time.  
It is waiting. 

Hair on your head white as the snow,  
old man stand and feeding the pigeons   

 

 

Old Man's Song
 Tom Rush