Let my head grow gray,
In winter's chill I won't be afraid.
Not just a burden are my years,
My years are my treasure, take a gander.
Let my head grow gray,
Not just a burden are my years,
My years are my treasure, so rare.
I've often rushed against the clock,
Got used to diving into every task.
Though wealth I did not quite amass,
My years are my treasure, no less.
I whisper "thank you" to my years,
And drink their bitter medicine clear.
I'll never give them away, you see,
My years are my treasure, truly.
Should the centuries declare,
"Your star has dimmed and passed away,"
A child's hand will rise to bear.
My years are my treasure, in every way.
One day, for sure, it will be so,
A child's hand will rise to show,
My years are my treasure, forever to know.
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Here's a link to the song:
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I ve Often Rushed Against The Clock
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