When you're old and Greg and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire.
take down this book and slowly read and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once and of their shadows deep
How many loved moments of glad grace
And loved your beauty with false or true
But one man who loved the pilgrim soul in you
And loved the sorrow of your changing face.
When bending down besides the glowing bars
Murmur,a little sadly,how love fled