Those pretty white hairs of yours
That tired, deep talk
That reads me everything that's written
And teaches me so much about the world
Those slow steps you take now
Always walking with me
They've already run so much in life
My dear, my old man, my friend
That life full of stories
And of wrinkles marked by time
Memories of old victories
Are tears cried to the wind
Your sweet, serene voice calms me
And offers me shelter and warmth
It keeps seeping into my soul
My dear, my old man, my friend
Your past lives in the present
In the experiences you felt
Of the beautiful things in life
Your honest smile lifts me
Your wise advice guides me
I open my heart and tell you
My dear, my old man, my friend
I, I've said almost everything
And almost everything is too little
Compared to what I feel
Looking at your hair, so pretty
My dear, my old man, my friend
Looking at your hair, so pretty
My dear, my old man, my friend
Looking at your hair, so pretty
My dear, my old man, my friend
Looking at your hair, so pretty
My dear, my old man, my friend