For all the days of silence, and all the rain and show There’s more in all the passing time than children ever know I’ll walk alone to Morris Bridge, where two of us were one And go home at the setting of the sun
When I was just a young boy, my mother said to me You’ll take your Father’s blessings and you’ll count ‘em 1-2-3 And now I’m getting older, my bones are getting thin God can’t help the state that I am in
So here’s a leaf of scarlet that once fell from our tree And here’s a fading picture that my mother sent to me And here’s to you old bastard, when all my days are done I’ll see you at the setting of the sun When all my days are done
I’d never seen America I’d never seen the sea I took me father’s blessings and I smashed ‘em on the quay Gathering up the pieces of an old forgotten one And starving at the setting of the sun
The days were hot as flashes and the nights were cold as hell I’d spend me finest hours in the whore I loved so well The city lights were easy And the girls were fair and bright And we would dance away into the night