Too Old to Die

I bear the face of every man

And I see with others' eyes

I have no voice and I have no plan

I've no certain colour or size

My brother is a wealthy sailor

My sister is an organised home

My father is a working tailor

And I am a man alone

But I'm not going to lay down

I'm not going to cry

I'm not going to stay down

I'm too old to die

To work is not my problem

To die is not my goal

Love is not my money

This world is not my pole

I've fought on every battlefield

That anyone can name

I've fought against my friends and myself

And I accept the blame

But I'm not going to lay down

I'm not going to cry

I'm not going to stay down

I'm too old to die

I'm present at your conventions

I follow the path of time

I help to build your inventions

The gains and the losses are all mine

I've read the books of every man

And I know the songs you sing

Part of me is doing the very best it can

The rest is waiting for something

But I'm not going to lay down

I'm not going to cry

I'm not going to stay down

I'm too old to die

Too old to die

Too old to die