Old Father Time

Here at the gates, on the day you were born
spooling is breathened and blossomed in thought
Mind in the head of this child of mine
now we’re up dancing with old father time
raising our glasses to old father time

Here in the concords, there’s fire in the brave
They’re not (Ain’t no) protecting from me my day
If I were strong, if the lashes should shape
now we’re up dancing with old father time, passing the bottle around

Out (Pound) in the moder him pour it in lime
plant stuck in the ground
Now we’re up dancing with old father time, old father time

Behold the great city that went down the plague (a glint on the plain?)
Behold the great curtains that murmur in rage
Blink your eyes once and it’s grace land again
Now we’re up dancing with old father time, passing the bottle around

Out (Pound) in the moder and pour in the lime
the plant is stuck in the ground, now we’re up dancing with old father time
old father time
old father time
old father time