My Hurling Days Are Done

Time will mold you and craft you
But soon when you’re looking away
It will slide up and shaft you
Oh time
Oh time
No friend of mine

Mama, mama and teddy bear
Were the first full firm spectrum of time
Now my hurling days are done
And there’s no one to tell
And there’s nowhere to run

Time, a blossoming clover
But soon it will say
Ok, come on son, bend over
Oh time
Oh time
No friend of mine

Mama, mama and teddy bear
Were the first full firm spectrum of time
But now my hurling days are done
And there’s no one to tell
And there’s nowhere to run

Time places no pressure on you
But soon it explains what it means by
The funky Alphonso
Oh time
Oh time
No friend of mine

Mama, mama and teddy bear
Were the first full firm spectrum of time
Now my hurling days are done
And there’s no one to tell
And there’s nowhere to run

Time will send you an invoice
And you’ll pay with your strength and your legs
And your sight and your voice

Oh mama, mama and teddy bear
Were the first full firm spectrum of time
But now my hurling days are done
And there’s no one to tell
And there’s nowhere to run