Sixty Years On

<br>Who`ll walk me down to church when I`m sixty years of age<br>When the ragged dog they gave me has been ten years in the grave<br>And seorita play guitar, play it just for you<br>My rosary has broken and my beads have all slipped through<br><br>You`ve hung up your great coat and you`ve laid down your gun<br>You know the war you fought in wasn`t too much fun<br>And the future you`re giving me holds nothing for a gun<br>I`ve no wish to be living sixty years on<br><br>Yes I`ll sit with you and talk let your eyes relive again<br>I know my vintage prayers would be very much the same<br>And Magdelena plays the organ, plays it just for you<br>Your choral lamp that burns so low when you are passing through<br><br>And the future you`re giving me holds nothing for a gun<br>I`ve no wish to be living sixty years on