Come into the garden and let’s talk for a while
Time’s moved on since last we spoke
Time’s the devil and that’s no joke
So what’s it like having a 60 year old son?
And what do you think of the old man I’ve become?
I can see you laughing at the very idea
You’ve not changed at all, have you my dear?
The love that we share and the things that we said
Burn like fire as they run through my head
Together let’s walk this last dusty mile
Arm locked in arm, smile locked in smile.
No thought for tomorrow or death's musty play
Truth is the moment we shared this day.
