Lyric O, Do Not Forsake Me

O, do not forsake me, my indolent friends
O, do not forsake me though you know I must spend
All my darkest hours talking like this
For I am one thousand years old

One thousand years old
Sure, you think that s old
One thousand years old
But what do you know?
In my darkest hour I m talking like this
For I am one thousand years old

Oh, some have forgotten the flower of speech
And walks through the garden where I go to defend
Misbegotten notions while talking like this
For I am one thousand years old

One thousand years old
Sure, I d say that s old
One thousand years old
But what do I know?
In your darkest hour, my indolent friends
We ll be one thousand years old