When I am old one Day,
 Children will laugh as I shuffle on by,
 Resting with ev´ry Stride,
 Believing that steps were never so high.
 When I am old one Day, surrounded by Pieces is long ago,
 I will recall today and wonder where all the hours go.
 
 Will I sit in the Park, Time on my Hands
 To soak up the sun, or will I have made my Mark,
 And still have some Things that have to be done.
 
 Will I talk to the Air,
 Mumbling Phrases to Shadows
 That hide with People who stop to stare 
 and wonder just who I see at my side.
 
 When I am old one Day
 Watching the Children playing their Game.
 Someone may pass my Way,
 And look at my Face
 And call out my Name.
 
 And then he´ll remember when
 I stood on the Stage and I sang this song,
 And maybe we´ll both try then,
 To remember the Words and sing along.
 When I am old one Day.