If life is like a candle bright
Death must be the wind
You can close
Your window tight
And it still comes flowing in
So I will climb the highest hill
And watch the rising sun
And I pray that I
Don’t feel the chill
Till I’m too old to die young
Let me watch my children grow
To see what they become
Oh Lord don’t let
That cold wind blow
Till I’m too old to die young
Now I have had
Some dear sweet friends
I thought would never die
Now the only thing
That’s left of them
Is the teardrops in my eyes
If I could have
One wish today
And know it would be done
Well I would say
Everyone could stay
Till they’re too old to die young
Let me watch my children grow
To see what they become
Oh Lord don’t let
That cold wind blow
Till I’m too old to die young
Let me watch my children grow
To see what they become
Oh Lord don’t let
That cold wind blow
Till I’m too old to die young
— Too Old To Die Young by Moe Bandy
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