Country’s Grown Old

Give me back the youngest of my years

Give my children back their childish fears

Let them learn again to cry their tears

At nothing, nothing at all

Nothing, nothing at all

Give me back the time when tired was old

When nights were hot and sheets were cold

And there were always new tales to be told

To anyone who’d listen

Anyone who’d listen

For the country’s grown old

And the season’s run dry

I’ve grown old

There’s a cinder in my eye

I’ll trade you a sunset for dawn

A place to go for a place that’s already gone

And we’ll forget the difference

We’ll leave the change for other men (for others)

And forget what we said

So we’ll both have excuses

To come back again

For the country’s grown old 

And the seasons run dry

I’ve grown old

There’s a cinder in my eye