When I was a young man I followed the gold Down in the mine shaft all muddy and cold
Deep in the dark with a flickering light An Aryan nugget to gladden me sight
And its way I, now I am old The mornings were silver, the sunsets were gold
And its way I, now I am old The mornings were silver, the sunsets were gold
When I was a young man I followed the sea Cold, wet and shivering often I'd be
Rocked in the rigging or rolled down below Or sweating me soul out where the gulf traders go
But its way I, now I am old The oceans were sapphires, the beaches were gold
Oh, its way I, now I am old The oceans were sapphires, the beaches were gold
Well, now I'm an old man I sit in the sun
Thinking and dreaming of the things that I've done Remembering laughter, forgetting the pain
And I go out and do it all over again For its way I, lift it along
What good is your life if it isn't a song Oh, its way I, lift it along
What good is your life if it isn't a song Oh, its way I, lift it along
What good is your life if it isn't a song
What good is your life if it isn't a song