Lyric Saga of The Ageing Orphan

Father and I waved goodbye
As we went to look
Uncle Peter was writing a book
And his mama was starting to cook and she s ageing

We had come in search of one
Who evades us all
Never heeds the call
If only someone could stall this ageing

So I ll go and hope and know
That my time is near
Laughing through the years
Having only fears of ageing