.
Fifty-fifty seems right to me,
With fifty years gone now, and fifty to be,
But time is not something through which we see,
I'm not there yet but one day I’ll be.
They told me the water was crystal and clear,
So I drank from the well without fear,
Of water.
Now fifty years over should make you wise,
Should open your ears up, and open your eyes,
The more that I’ve seen then the more I see,
The voice of experience can speak through me.
They tell me a river runs deep in the well,
And that marks the spot where I fell,
Into water.
In fifty more years then I guess I’ll be,
Dead and buried, well most probably,
And from six feet under mine eyes will see,
Those pearly gates or some B.S.O.D.
They told me the river would never run dry,
They told me I taught them to lie,
About water.
And if by one hundred I’m still around,
Then plug me in before you sit me down,
Its my birthday, so let me frown,
A laurel wreath upon my sorry crown.
They tell me the ice has grown think in the bay,
And I want to go walking today,
On water.
Written and performed by Ron Renaud aka Ripplingmoon
Copyright 2007 Ron Renaud
Fifty-fifty seems right to me,
With fifty years gone now, and fifty to be,
But time is not something through which we see,
I'm not there yet but one day I’ll be.
They told me the water was crystal and clear,
So I drank from the well without fear,
Of water.
Now fifty years over should make you wise,
Should open your ears up, and open your eyes,
The more that I’ve seen then the more I see,
The voice of experience can speak through me.
They tell me a river runs deep in the well,
And that marks the spot where I fell,
Into water.
In fifty more years then I guess I’ll be,
Dead and buried, well most probably,
And from six feet under mine eyes will see,
Those pearly gates or some B.S.O.D.
They told me the river would never run dry,
They told me I taught them to lie,
About water.
And if by one hundred I’m still around,
Then plug me in before you sit me down,
Its my birthday, so let me frown,
A laurel wreath upon my sorry crown.
They tell me the ice has grown think in the bay,
And I want to go walking today,
On water.
Written and performed by Ron Renaud aka Ripplingmoon
Copyright 2007 Ron Renaud