Old Father Time David Gray

Here at the gates
On the day you were born
Spooling is breathened and blossomed in thought
Mind in the head of this child of mine
Now we’re up dancing with old father time
Raising our glasses to old father time

Here in the concords
There’s fire in the brave
They're not (Ain’t no) protecting from me my day
If I were strong
If the lashes should shape
Now we’re up dancing with old father time
Passing the bottle around

Out (Pound) in the moder him pour it in lime
Plant stuck in the ground
Now we’re up dancing with old father time
Old father time

Behold the great city that went down the plague
(A glint on the plain?)
Behold the great curtains that murmur in rage
Blink your eyes once and it’s grace land again
Now we’re up dancing with old father time
Passing the bottle around