I forgot my song when I sang today
Though my fingers they played on,
And here I sit, all played out:
Content as one can get.
Though my walking stick’s become
A little worse for ware,
Heart and mind’s been strengthening
To build on my tomorrow.
I forgot my song when I sang today
Though my fingers they played on,
And here I sit, all played out:
Content as one can get.
Though my walking stick’s become
A little worse for ware,
Heart and mind’s been strengthening
To build on my tomorrow.