Old poems don’t rhyme
Old mountaineers don’t climb
Old summer sun don’t shine
Old babies don’t cry
Old racketeers don’t lie
Old perfect matches don’t bring light
They don’t bring light
They don’t bring light
They don’t bring light
Old pleas don’t count
Old tunes don’t sound
Old good old love’s not around
It’s not around
It’s not around
It’s not around
It’s not around
It’s not around
It’s not around
It’s not around
It’s not around
It’s not around
Old poems won’t rhyme
Old mountaineers won’t climb
Old summer sun won’t shine