Cosmograf - When Age Has Done Its Duty lyrics

Growing Old What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form The lustre of the eye? Is it for beauty to forego her wreath? Yes, but not for this alone Is it to feel our strength - Not our bloom only, but our strength -decay? Is it to feel each limb Grow stiffer, every function less exact Each nerve more weakly strung? Yes, this, and more! but not Ah, 'tis not what in youth we dreamed 'twould be! 'Tis not to have our life Mellowed and softened as with sunset-glow A golden day's decline! 'Tis not to see the world As from a height, with rapt prophetic eyes And heart profoundly stirred And weep, and feel the fulness of the past The years that are no more! It is to spend long days And not once feel that we were ever young It is to add, immured In the hot prison of the present, month To month with weary pain It is to suffer this And feel but half, and feebly, what we feel: Deep in our hidden heart Festers the dull remembrance of a change But no emotion - none It is - last stage of all - When we are frozen up within, and quite The phantom of ourselves To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost Which blamed the living man The Music The energy of youth is wasted on the young That's what they say When the party music stops we start to age Our faces rearranged by fear and pain We lose what we hold dear Our bodies crumbled more the longer we stay A boy in a landscape, with a happy heart Fun and games of life to play, and I played my part Oblivious to adult worries, depressing thoughts And life was best in the good old days, or so I thought Boy in a landscape, with our forgotten hearts The time had come for it to end All good things would start to bend The final act in rural entertainment, was played Pried from her home in a poor state of health The time had come to face her d**h Hold on tight for all shes worth, it felt such a short time since her birth The ferry awaits He waits by the bed For his mistress to wake She fights 'til the end Rejecting her friends And she won't wake When age has done it's duty, what remains is memory Etched in gla** on me Hello? Growing old is only a number I'm 78 next birthday It's only a number Get it out of your head Think young Think yourself young Go out into the world and conquer it And believe Believe in yourself