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Title
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Downhill of life
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Singer
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Herbert, George
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
On the down hill of life when I find I am declining,
May my fate no less fortunate be
Than a snug elbow chair can afford for reclining,
And a cot that o'erlooks the wide sea;
With an ambling fat pony to pace o'er the lawn,
While I carol away idle sorrow,
And, blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn,
Look forward in hopes of tomorrow:
Tomorrow, tomorrow,
Look forward in hopes of tomorrow:
Verse 2
From the bleak northern blast may my cot be completely
Secured by a neighbouring hill,
But at night may repose steal on me more sweetly
By the sound of a murmuring rill;
And while peace and plenty I find at my board,
With a heart free from sickness and sorrow,
With my friends will I share what today may afford,
And let them spread the table tomorrow:
Tomorrow, tomorrow,
And let them spread the table tomorrow:
Verse 3
But when I at last must throw off this frail covering,
Which I've worn for three score years and ten,
On the brink of the grave I will cease to keep hovering,
And my thread wish to spin o'er again;
But my face in a glass I'll serenely survey,
And with a smile count each wrinkle and furrow,
And this worn out old stuff which is threadbare today,
May become everlasting tomorrow,
Tomorrow, tomorrow,
May become everlasting tomorrow.
