Michael Dyer

Lyrics

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YOUNG OLD MAN
Michael Dyer
© 2006

In a morning’s misty dawn,
a young man hears a song.
A distant song.
Her voice, so soft and pure.
But then it’s gone.

He knows,
she may not come again, so he hurries,
at all cost
Be sure to find her,
before his love is lost.

That young man, he’s filled with longing.
He knows that, by belonging,
He’ll find pure bliss,
with the morning mist.

In an evening’s twilight hour,
an old man views one flower,
one fading flower.
He’s waiting for its end to come,
with the setting sun.

He knows,
that tomorrow, new ones will appear,
as they do,
year after year.

But a melancholy still lingers,
and he touches that dying flower,
with dying fingers,
for it is lost
forever.

That old man, he’s filled with sorrow.
Oh will he ever see tomorrow?
Oh, his love is done,
is done,
is done,
with the setting sun.