Old Ladies Lament

You are young, you do not know

I wish you did not have to grow

Get so tall, and out of reach

Still I will keep the cradle

Oh so close and yet so far

It's always just beginning

Summer months golden days

I'll be stood at my window

White noise and whitest snow

The bone that mone inside me

A song will find the radio

I dance when I am dreaming

Temper temper wait for me

I'm no good with old patients

Let us pray

That's someone sweet

Will call with heavey conscience

How am I, I cant complain

I just don't like the neighbors

Look at you oh plump and blushing

Such a sweet tomato

I will do it all again

I'd have my hear be broken

Just to touch

A loved one skin

I hear the ghetto whistling