One day, when I’m old and grey,
Think I’ll just fade away,
And rest in the afterglow of your smile
That year was so wondrous,
Life was not so ponderous,
I’d like to go back to visit-just for a while
But you are so far away
You were never here to stay
By the time you come back I’ll be gone
And you won’t be the same
Time’s played its game
Another hundred years moved on
A fleeting moment in time,
The realisation of my prime
The start of my wonder years true
Now when I look up at heaven,
I can’t see the Sky of ‘77
It’s faded, died out, shot through.
Today I look to the Sky of ‘19
And I see that it’s still blue
A pale reminder of what’s been
Now a picture of lies the left grew.
