Said I was a cherish,

Pity the boys of good old days,

I sing my new little song,

And you say, "How 'old-fashioned'!"

Yeah, out of date, my unrequited love.

They have become women or mothers,

And I, I was young and miserable

Young? No, it's a little dodgy.

Yes, being young is a bit dodgy,

Say I am a little old!

You only see the way I hold my cane

It will tell you everything, and so will my eyes.

To tell the truth, I am a young old man:

The autumn wind is too young for the autumn grass,

But for the spring moon spring flowers are too old.