One Flew South
Too Old to Die Young
If life is like a candle bright death must be the windYou can close your window tight but it still comes blowing inSo I will climb the highest hill to watch the rising sunAnd I pray that I don?t feel the chill 'til I?m too old to die youngLet me watch my children grow to see what they becomeOh Lord don?t let that cold wind blow 'til I?m too old to die young
From Letras Mania