Love, I am growing old, I will wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled Shall I part my hair at all and leave the war to younger troubadours Remember when the mermaids sang We thought they sang for you and I But here we are unknown, with our wrinkling dugs I am sorry love but I can't give up the fight Love I am growing old, I will wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled I will eat fruit by the shore and watch the white hairs of the waves undone And when the sun goes back to sleep I will tighten up my nylon strings and say to you Here is where the stray tales go, stay with me tonight and love We will have our story told Love I am growing old, I will wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled I will feed birds at dawn and drink the poison from the English Rose Remember when the future held a seaweed wreath of brown and red But here we are with our dreams undone I am sorry love but I can't give up the fight Love I can't give up the fight Remember when the mermaids sang I thought they sang for you and I