Saga Of The Ageing Orphan

THE SAGA OF THE AGEING ORPHAN - THIN LIZZY

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