作曲 : Sibylle Baier
作词 : Sibylle Baier
  I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot
 I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot
 
 days keep growing short, nights too
 let us go then, you and I
 and try to unlearn, says Elliot
 he seeks for return and burns ancient love letters
 
 let us go then you and I and lie by marble stone says Elliot
 and put a record on the gramophone
 Lie down dear
 on the weed
 Don't weep dear
 gayly clad
 sadness is a radical quantity says Elliot
 sadness is a long brown ribbon, says he
 sadness is beautiful
 
 I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot
 I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot
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