You're just an old man don't be so unkind
To the woman I believe is your wife
Take back those piercing eyes
I'll get old just give me time
The days have been thieves
Stealing the hours that make up the years
That line her face
Don't wish them away
The ferry is slow
And the man selling knives
Well he knows
Slicing them fine
Unspoken words from her lips to mine
The days have been thieves
Stealing the hours that make up the years
That line her face
Don't wish them away
And we both know
That there are just some things that you'll never
Like the children she bares
Will tear her apart
But that kind of love
You'll never know we suppose
The days have been thieves
Stealing the hours that make up the years
That line her face
Don't wish them away
Wish them away
