Old Ladies Lament

You are young, you do not know
I wish you did not have to grow
Get so tall, and out of reach
Still I will keep the cradle

Oh so close and yet so far
It's always just beginning
Summer months golden days
I'll be stood at my window

White noise and whitest snow
The bone that mone inside me
A song will find the radio
I dance when I am dreaming

Temper temper wait for me
I'm no good with old patients
Let us pray
That's someone sweet
Will call with heavey conscience
How am I, I cant complain
I just don't like the neighbors
Look at you oh plump and blushing
Such a sweet tomato

I will do it all again
I'd have my hear be broken
Just to touch
A loved one skin
I hear the ghetto whistling