Chris De Burgh - The Days of Our Age lyrics

The days of our age are threescore years and ten And though men be so strong that they come To fourscore years yet is their strength then But labor and sorrow so soon pa**eth it away And we are gone And as for me my feet are almost gone My treadings are well nigh slipped But let not the waterflood drown me Neither let the deep swallow me up; So going through the vale of misery I shall use it for a well Till the pools are filled with water For thou hast made the north and the south Tabor and Hermon shall rejoice in thy name.