When I am Old

When I am old,

older than the old that I am now,

just hold my hand and sing aloud

to me the songs of our age, the folk

songs of protest and revolution, songs

of hope for a better world, harmony

and understanding, peace in the age

of Aquarius, and those love songs, gently

sung and the promises they made,

time saved in a bottle, days lasting forever,

me and you, us, come love me again,

hand in hand, just the way you are;

hold me tight and sing to me aloud the songs

of our age that I might remember

being young and full of life and love, filled

with hope, a new world coming, a new voice

calling, coming in peace, coming in joy, coming

in love; and on that day, when I am old, the blossoms

clinging still to the vine, a million tomorrows passing

away, ‘ere I forget, sing to me of a country road

to take me home, a long and winding

road, leading to your door and to you

waiting there, the soft winds of time

blowing and your sweet voice, reminding

me again of how it was supposed to be.