No Time At All (From ”Pippin”) Dorothy Loudon

[BERTHE]
When you are as old as I, my dear
And I hope that you never are
You will woefully wonder why, my dear
Through your cataracts and catarrh
You could squander away or sequester
A drop of a precious year
For when your best days are yester'
The rest 'er twice as dear

What good is a field on a fine summer night
If you sit all alone with the weeds?
Or a succulent pear if with each juicy bite
You spit out your teeth with the seeds?
Before it's too late, stop trying to wait
For fortune and fate you're secure of
For there's one thing to be sure of, mate:
There's nothing to be sure of

Oh, it's time to start livin'
Time to take a little from the world we're given
Time to take time, for spring will turn to fall
In just no time at all

I've never wondered if I was afraid
When there was a challenge to take
And I've never thought about how much I weighed
When there was still one piece of cake
Now, maybe it's meant the hours I've spent
Feeling broken and bent and unwell
But there's still no cure so heaven-sent
As the chance to raise some hell