Colonel Brown (1999 Digital Remaster) - Tomorrow

Colonel Brown he's retired and old

He's still looking for his pot of gold

His house was big but now it's sold

His army coat keeps out the cold

Oh old

Oh oh oh

His dear wife departed

In May last year

The poor fellows broken-hearted

From his moustache hang the tears

Now all his life is souvenirs

Oh

Colonel Brown isn't on his feet

A work on his knees a fire some sleep

The doctor looked at him to find

There's nothing physical

It's in his mind

Ah ah ah

He's only pleasure now is

A little photograph

Of his army wedding

Those medals on his uniform

Now buy the wood to keep him warm

And we take him out on Sunday

To the church down in the lane

Colonel Brown sits in his wheelchair

And he tries to pray again