If I Get Old

Youthful hearts

Get stretched along the road

and buried under all they've come to know.

Living fast

'cause the wilderness won't last.

These days just blow away into the past.

If I get old I'm living easy.

Find a nice old country home.

Let the land do what she wants to.

Leave her wild and overgrown.

And when I'm sure my days are numbered

find a nice place in the fields

and thank that little voice inside my head

for such good company.

When we got here we were young men

What we've done has made us old.

Left is die out in these fields so far away from home.

Andif I live to see the end

I'm gonna make a brand new start

But I'll never be the same again

With my youthful heart.

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Lyrics submitted by Tom McC.