Old Men And Children
(Frank Hennessy) 
Chorus:
And those old dreams keep drifting back again
Old hopes and visions keep a-tumbling round my brain
And the years have blown away like grains of sand
Old men and children understand

I could have been a great explorer finding countries strange and new
Roaring down the rapids in an old dug-out canoe
But all my hopes and visions fell upon hard times
Though I crossed the wild Antarctic in my mind
I could have been a song-and-dance man performing on the stage
Years ago when I was young that stuff was all the rage
But I was just a dreamer I got lost among my thoughts
So I became a folksinger - of sorts

Now me and my old lady we don't talk much I suppose
But I'm there if she should need me it's funny how life goes
Our son is an accountant and he's living far away
Sometimes he lets the children come to stay
So then I take them to the magic woods where the fairy we might see
Tell them all my hero's tales about me in Germany
Coming home we march along pretending we're a band
'Cause old men and children understand

We go to church on Sunday - it's really not too far
Then she goes home to check the roast while I call in the bar
Coming home I pass the car park where our old house used to stand
Then it's home for lunch - oh Lord Sundays are grand
Last week I met Jack Davies - oh God he looked old
When I went to shake his hand his fingers felt so cold
He lives alone and some folks say he talks to his T.V.
But my wife says he's not as old as me