|
Like a picture in a book |
|
Peaceful is your look |
|
Quietly walk your way |
|
Duty fills the day |
|
Tears nor fierce delights |
|
Day nor tossing nights |
|
And your troubled dreams confess |
|
Something more or less |
|
The weeks are on the wing |
|
Years are brief and love a thing |
|
Blooming and fading like a flower |
|
When the night has come |
|
With its quiet group at home |
|
'Broider, knit or sew |
|
Chat in voices low |
|
Suddenly lift your eyes |
|
Honest look and wise |
|
But I cannot read their lore |
|
Tell me less or tell me more |
|
The weeks are on the wing |
|
Years are brief and love a thing |
|
Blooming and fading like a flower |
|
Seize the little hour, what tomorrow may befall |
|
Love me more or not at all |
|
You don't have to worry about me |
|
Think of me |
|
Or feel for me |
|
I'm gonna keep my money safe |
|
Stacked safely under the floorboard |
|
Save every penny earned |
|
I'm keeping my money safe |
