Wrinkles - John Williamson

作曲：John Williamson

Well old bob hasn't got much

But he values his boots

He values the time he spends growin' flowers

He still loves his babies that grew to be men

He recalls all the days 'n' nights and the hours

When he and his woman worked on the land

In the heat and the dry in the cold and the wet

He still picks her a rose

And his old heart still races

She's still the most beautiful girl that he's met

And you ask is he happy and you ask is he happy

He's got wrinkles from smiling

He feels lucky and free

And he knows what it means

To live here in the sunshine

He's got wrinkles

He walks with amelia down to the store

With a little cane basket

For the bread and the daily sun

Still hand in hand like babes in the meadows

And young faces turn

Love is so beautiful it can be so deep

And a man is a king when he has his own princess

Bob wears no crown no long flowing robe

But there in his mind

He still rides on his black stallion

And you ask is he happy and you ask is he happy

He had wrinkles from smiling

He felt lucky and free

And he knew what it meant

To live here in the sunshine

He had wrinkles

Then a cold winter came

And bob was alone

His beautiful princess had flown with the angels

He faded so quickly

The man became old

And the wandering dew soon covered the roses

First just a cane

Then a strong stick for walking

Then just a chair with a grey old man dying

All that he lived for was always beside him

So bob left in peace to join his lady

And you ask is he happy and you ask is he happy

He had wrinkles from smiling

He felt lucky and free

And he knew what it meant

To live here in the sunshine

He had wrinkles