It's been a good innings but what's to say?
I'm four score years and ten today
My love has long since passed away
And my best friend went yesterday
I spend the days waiting in my old chair
For meals on wheels from I don't know where
All wrapped up just making time
Brittle bones and muddled mind
Well there's Radio 4 and I B C
But they're no longer company
It seems I lost the harmony
There was between this world and me
Well the grass grows high
And the weeds run wild
And my heart bleeds for the only child
Our perfect grandson, brave young man
Lost his life in Afghanistan
It's been a good innings but what's to say?
I trust I'll soon be on my way
Any more would be unkind
Enough's enough, I've done my time
Andy Bown - A Good Innings Lyrics
Andy Bown - A Good Innings Lyrics
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It's been a good innings but what's to say?
I'm four score years and ten today
My love has long since passed away
And my best friend went yesterday
I spend the days waiting in my old chair
For meals on wheels from I don't know where
All wrapped up just making time
Brittle bones and muddled mind
Well there's Radio 4 and I B C
But they're no longer company
It seems I lost the harmony
There was between this world and me
Well the grass grows high
And the weeds run wild
And my heart bleeds for the only child
Our perfect grandson, brave young man
Lost his life in Afghanistan
It's been a good innings but what's to say?
I trust I'll soon be on my way
Any more would be unkind
Enough's enough, I've done my time
I'm four score years and ten today
My love has long since passed away
And my best friend went yesterday
I spend the days waiting in my old chair
For meals on wheels from I don't know where
All wrapped up just making time
Brittle bones and muddled mind
Well there's Radio 4 and I B C
But they're no longer company
It seems I lost the harmony
There was between this world and me
Well the grass grows high
And the weeds run wild
And my heart bleeds for the only child
Our perfect grandson, brave young man
Lost his life in Afghanistan
It's been a good innings but what's to say?
I trust I'll soon be on my way
Any more would be unkind
Enough's enough, I've done my time
Writer: Andrew Bown
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Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing