Aged Carolers
The songs of aged carolers retired from our labors
Sung on the winter's air
I'm the noble donkey I have toiled on the fields
I've worked the farmer's plow I've turned the miller's wheel
But now too old am I to work
Yet live to love and sing
The season's salutations for something to eat and drink
The song of aged carolers retired from our labors
Sung on the winter's air
I'm the loyal dog I am protector of the herd
Warden to the wolf and retriever of the bird
But now too old am I to watch
Yet live to love and sing
The season's salutations for something to eat and drink
The songs of aged carolers retired from our labors
Sung on the winter's air
I'm the friendly cat I am companion through the storm
Tyrant to the rat and I keep your cushion warm
But now too old am I to hunt
Yet live to love and sing
The season's salutations for something to eat and drink
The songs of aged carolers retired from our labors
Sung on the winter's air
I'm the gentle rooster I am sire to broods of hens
I've sung the morning hymn before each day began
But now too old am I to cook
Yet live to love and sing
The season's salutations for something to eat and drink
The song of aged carolers retired from our labors
Sung on the winter's air
Sung on the winter's air
I'm the noble donkey I have toiled on the fields
I've worked the farmer's plow I've turned the miller's wheel
But now too old am I to work
Yet live to love and sing
The season's salutations for something to eat and drink
The song of aged carolers retired from our labors
Sung on the winter's air
I'm the loyal dog I am protector of the herd
Warden to the wolf and retriever of the bird
But now too old am I to watch
Yet live to love and sing
The season's salutations for something to eat and drink
The songs of aged carolers retired from our labors
Sung on the winter's air
I'm the friendly cat I am companion through the storm
Tyrant to the rat and I keep your cushion warm
But now too old am I to hunt
Yet live to love and sing
The season's salutations for something to eat and drink
The songs of aged carolers retired from our labors
Sung on the winter's air
I'm the gentle rooster I am sire to broods of hens
I've sung the morning hymn before each day began
But now too old am I to cook
Yet live to love and sing
The season's salutations for something to eat and drink
The song of aged carolers retired from our labors
Sung on the winter's air
Credits
Writer(s): William Randall Stafford
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