Spring is coming from what I hear Thaws the bones, tickles the ears Flowers blooming early this year Lake is gleaming crystal clear Time ticks by, slowed down Haven't changed my dressing gown Everyone has settled down Somewhere else besides this old town When I'm older Hair turned to twine Stood the test of time When I'm older I swear that I'll be fine I hope to god I'll be fine Back in my day, we'd walk down the street Pass store fronts to find a bite to eat Gazing at the sights to see On the way we'd pass a ripe fruit tree I don't go out anymore Too much commotion for this old bore Rather sit by the shore Pray we stop fighting pointless wars When I'm older Drinking fine wine Stood the test of time When I'm older I swear that I'll be fine I hope to god I'll be fine When I'm older At the finish line Stood the test of time When I'm older I swear that I'll be fine I hope to god I'll be fine