BECAUSE HE WAS OLD AND GRAY
Copyright. 1896. by. H R. Basler.
Words and music by Owen Dixon.
You say that I am in the way-I know that to be true,
But think of the day when I've passed away, when your children
may say that to you;
So don't turn me away, dear Jack, I won't live very long,
If you do, my lad, you'll kill your dad, And grieve for me when I'm gone.
Now you are young and handsome, while I am old and gray,
I was as young as yourself, lad, it seems to me but yesterday;
You will be old and feeble when I've passed away,
You'll think then, my lad, how you treated your dad, because he
was old And gray.
You don't seem to remember, Jack, when you were but a babe,
But could you look back in our old home, Jack, when your mother
was laid in her grave;
Did I turn you away, dear lad, and say; "You're in the way;"
No, I nursed you, your poor old dad, I pray you will bid me stay. Chorus.