Sibylle Baier - Says Elliott lyrics

I grow old, I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled, says Elliot I grow old, I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled, says Elliot Days keep growing short, nights too Let us go then, you and I And try to unlearn, says Elliot He seeks for return and burns ancient love letters Let us go then you and I and lie by marble stone, says Elliot And put a record on the gramophone Lie down dear, on the weed Don't weep dear Gaily clad Sadness is a radical quantity, says Elliot Sadness is a long brown ribbon, says he Sadness is beautiful I grow old, I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled, says Elliot I grow old, I shall wear my trousers rolled, says Elliot