When I've grown old and gray,
and happen to match my brain,
ring me and paly this song,
and tel me tolive again.

when days are long and my will is shot,
and i prefer to sleep away life,
just remind me of this song,
and save me from my strife.

when my world has shrunk to the size of a thumb,
and i can't think of any more than 'who's that?',
i pray that you will play this song,
and remind me, where I'm at.

than i promise, i swear, by all the life i will regain,
i'l write you a story of thanks,
so play this song and let me fly,
don't sit stil and let me die.
I don't know how, and I don't know why,
but if ever I falter, comply.