When I grow old pa, shall I smile?
Aye, about sins now, you shall smile.
Shall I live forever then or fall
You shall answer when Night calls.
Shall I find rest when I grow grey?
Long lasting rest you shall-without pay.
Shall I meet my fellows, old?
Aye, many pregnancies of a thousand ghosts.
Shall darkness then becloud my face?
Not if you care not to count your days.
Shall I be strong, or feel week?
Not if you who your LORD do seek
He guarantees your future’s glee.
And pa, shall I too go uphill?
Son, they way all wayfarers travel still