The Road to Old Mans Town – Banjo Patterson

The fields of youth are filled with flowers,
The wine of youth is strong:
What need have we to count the hours?
The summer days are long.

But soon we find to our dismay
That we are drifting down
The barren slopes that fall away
Towards the foothills grim and eye
That lead to Old Man’s Town

And marching with us on the track
Full many friends we find:
We see them looking sadly back
For those who’ve dropped behind.

But God forfend a fate so dread –
Alone to travel down
The dreary road we all must tread,
With faltering steps and whitening head,
The road to Old Man’s Town.

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