I’m getting old
And the world is getting bold
I have lost my sight
Because the world is not that bight
My hair is turning gray
Because it’s not the olden days
I dry my tears why
Because it\'s time for fear
It has come my time to go
I will see you later in my new
Home telling my old jokes
My friends please don’t cry
Because I left your home
I Walked around this world opening new doors.
Once Again my friends don’t cry