Days of Youth and Glory

Beneath these trees, I will now lie Where a gentle breeze will wistfully sigh And whisper to me of days gone by Those days of youth and glory Days when I climbed to the mountain top And drank from the fountain every drop And nights when I danced without a stop Before I grew old and hoary Days when I crossed the desert sands Or sailed away to distant strands Where I learnt foreign tongues in foreign lands In those days of youth and glory. And girls I did love the whole night long Full lips, full hips, full flesh and strong But the hearts that broke when things went wrong May tell of another story For I cannot say I have no regret And there’s much I might wish to forget But given the chance I would even yet Relive those days of glory But now beneath these trees I’ll stay As the flesh from my bones will melt away And as we all must, I will decay To join in the forests glory.