Gretchen Peters When you are old
I had always hoped to get old and tired and grey alongside Karen
When you are old and tired and grey
Wear you overcoat on sunny days
When your brave tales have all been told
Iâll ask for them when you are old
When you are old and full of sleep
And death no longer makes you weep
When your body aches with cold
Iâll warm your heart when you are old
Youâll still be the same to me
A comfort and a mystery
And I will be old too, you see
Iâll need someone to comfort me
When you are old and pale and gaunt
And a gentle hand is all you want
I will give you mine to hold
And Iâll be here when you are old
Yes I will give you mine to hold
And Iâll be here when you are old
Wouldnât that have been perfect. To grow old and yet be comforted by our lifelong partner.
It happens for a few but many more, like us, arenât that lucky!
Maybe friends of our age will be that comfort in a way as time goes on. Xx
What a lovely song and sentiments, but so sad, too, for so many.x
Oh Sheila , seven years, thatâs awful
for you. But I know what you mean about the song, sometimes itâs so hard to paint on that smile .xxxx
Songs are the worst for upsetting. They just hit out of the blue donât they. And The Young Ones, no we never listened properly and thought weâd always be young .
How romantic that was, when you met Peter and that song was playing. Not many people have been lucky enough to have that long together, we were married for 47 years and together for 51 so I think we did pretty well didnât we xx
came on my Google playlist today, first time I heard it and contemplating already putting it on my phone so I can play it at dingbats giving me âhelpful adviceâ in the future!
Not sure how to post a song on here but one that makes me realise how wonderful Rose was is by Clannad. It is called âI will find youâ I believe it is on the soundtrack to the film âLast of the Mohicansâ. The words are about reuniting.
If you would like to link to a song yourself, go over to Youtube and find a song you would like, press on the âshareâ button and copy the link it offers you. Come over to this site and type your preamble then press the oblong box with a dot and a cloud in it (on my computor itâs at the top of this text box, on my phone itâs under this text box). Click on the Web option, then paste your link from Youtube and press Upload
Heard this song on one of my partnerâs favourite shows. Tears might roll down your faceâŚ
âThereâs a you-shaped hole in my life⌠And no, i wonât be the sameâ
Wow sobbing xx
I could feel the tears welling up as soon as the âoldâ couple appearedâŚ
@FleurDeLis the few seconds of the old couple lying on the bed! It is a image I live with everyday. I just wish Karen and I had got to that age
Golden Leaves by Passenger
Do you remember how this first begun?
Teeth were white and our skin was young
Eyes as bright as the Spanish Sun
We had nothing we could hide
Now my dear we are two golden leaves
Clinging desperately to winter trees
Got up here like a pair of thieves
While the sirens blare outside
Whatâs left to say when every wordâs been spoken?
Whatâs left to see when our eyes wonât open?
Whatâs left to do when weâve lost all hope and
Whatâs left to break when our hearts are broken?
But sometimesâŚ
Do you remember how this started out?
So full of hope and now weâre filled with doubt
A dirty joke we used to laugh about
But itâs not funny anymore
I fear I choke unless I spit it out
Still smell of smoke, although the fireâs gone out
Canât live with you, but I die without
So whatâs left to say when every wordâs been spoken?
Whatâs left to see when our eyes wonât open?
Whatâs left to do when weâve lost all hope and
Whatâs left to break when our hearts are broken?
But sometimesâŚ
So whatâs left to say when every wordâs been spoken?
Whatâs left to see when our eyes wonât open?
Whatâs left to do when weâve lost all hope and
Whatâs left to break when our hearts are broken?
But sometimesâŚ
If by Pink Floyd, I was reminded of this song earlier today. It always makes me stop and look out of the window for a few minutes
In honour of Eurovision . My Dutch husband maybe made me biased to particularly enjoy several entries from The Netherlands. Here are a few of our favourites that now seem appropriate to the way I feel lately
flying with one wing, no air⌠yepâŚ