When I am old, and comforted,
And done with this desire,
With memory to share my bed.
When I am old, and comforted,
And done with this desire,
With peace to share my fire,

I'll comb my hair in scalloped bands
Beneath my laundered cap,
And watch my cool and fragile hands
Lie light upon my lap.

And I will have a sprigged gown
With lace to kiss my throat;
I'll draw my curtain to the town,
And hum a purring note.

And I'll forget the way of tears,
And rock, and stir my tea.
But oh, I wish those blessed years
Were further than they be!

And I will have a sprigged gown
With lace to kiss my throat;
I'll draw my curtain to the town,
And hum a purring note.

When I am old, and comforted,
And done with this desire,
With memory to share my bed
When I am old, and comforted,
And done with this desire,
With peace to share my fire,
With peace to share my fire,