When i am old one day, Children will laugh as i shuffle on by, Resting with ev´ry stride, Believing that steps were never so high. When i am old one day, surrounded by pieces is long ago, I will recall today and wonder where all the hours go. Will i sit in the park, time on my hands To soak up the sun, or will i have made my mark, And still have some things that have to be done. Will i talk to the air, Mumbling phrases to shadows That hide with people who stop to stare And wonder just who i see at my side. When i am old one day Watching the children playing their game. Someone may pass my way, And look at my face And call out my name. And then he´ll remember when I stood on the stage and i sang this song, And maybe we´ll both try then, To remember the words and sing along. When i am old one day.