now it's my turn

the weeds grow tall

by that damned old barn

it's been here

fifty years or more

but still it stands

by what used to be a farm

but I still see the life

that was there before

          before my hair turned to silver

          before my soul began to yearn

          I know everything grows older

          now it's my turn

that old barn's still there

though parts have fallen down

there used to be horses

a long time ago

a handful of memories

are still hanging around

but it's the same old song

not one you would know

          back when love meant a family

          back when I was meant to learn

          I know everything grows older

          now it's my turn

the weeds grow tall

but the barn still remains

for how long, I don't know

it's up there in age

and I am old, too

and for me it's the same

and I, one day, too

will be going away

          away where I will live in sweet peace

          away where the sun will not burn

          I know everything grows older

          now it's my turn