Lyric Context Universe
the fibers were underneath her fingernails
old and gray
into the grave
the fibers were underneath her fingernails
old and gray
into the grave
when you walk along the street how oftentimes you meet
some poor old man who's gotten old and gray?
with age his back is bent
when you walk along the street how oftentimes you meet
some poor old man who's gotten old and gray?
with age his back is bent
his faithful hand has held me all this way
and when i'm old and gray and all my days
are numbered on the earth
his faithful hand has held me all this way
and when i'm old and gray and all my days
are numbered on the earth
and all of my love too
now i'm old and gray
got no place to go
and all of my love too
now i'm old and gray
got no place to go
and all of my love too
now i'm old and gray
got no place to go
and all of my love too
now i'm old and gray
got no place to go
i saw three shrimps in the water
and two were old and gray
so i swam a little closer
i saw three shrimps in the water
and two were old and gray
so i swam a little closer