I’m Growing Old

We're all listening
The men of these long-unconquered islands
Farmers, city gents, labourers
Miners, artisans, clerks
1940, so long as men remember and facts remain on record
This will stand as a year unique
1940, not only by its supreme crisis
But by the flavour of life as the common man lived it
Lived it as never before, and never will live it again
1940, freedom is in peril
Defend it with all your might

I'm growing dimmer in the eyes
I'm growing fainter in my talk
I'm growing deeper in my sighs
I'm growing slower in my walk

I'm growing careless of my dress
I'm growing thrifty with my gold
I'm growing wise
I'm growing, yes, I'm growing old

I'm growing drowsy in my chair
And I no longer ponder life
And though I save a lock of hair
I seldom dream about my wife

I'm growing fonder of the fire
I'm growing mindful of the cold
I'm growing wise
I'm growing, yes, I'm growing old
I'm growing wise
I'm growing, yes, I'm growing old