Methuselah sits on the ground
Watching browning leaves
Have their sweet release
Methuselah doesn't shout
He just whispers things
That the autumn sings
Some get old with bones too brittle
Curse the world that gave them little love
Others grow old like a birch tree
Dig their roots deep
Find more than enough
Before the soil takes my body down
I want to wear my grey hair as a crown
I never want to grow up
Was my desperate cry
As my veins grew dry
Tried to hold youth in a cup
But now I want to dwell
By a much deeper well
Some get old with bones too brittle
Curse the world that gave them little love
Others grow old like a birch tree
Dig their roots deep
Find more than enough
Methuselah sits on the ground
Watching browning leaves
Have their sweet release
Methuselah doesn't shout
He just whispers things
That the autumn sings
With body old and bent
But soul unbowed
He said I'll lay aside this mortal shroud
Before the soil takes my body down
I want to wear my grey hair as a crown
Anne Mary - Methuselah Lyrics
Anne Mary - Methuselah Lyrics
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Methuselah sits on the ground
Watching browning leaves
Have their sweet release
Methuselah doesn't shout
He just whispers things
That the autumn sings
Some get old with bones too brittle
Curse the world that gave them little love
Others grow old like a birch tree
Dig their roots deep
Find more than enough
Before the soil takes my body down
I want to wear my grey hair as a crown
I never want to grow up
Was my desperate cry
As my veins grew dry
Tried to hold youth in a cup
But now I want to dwell
By a much deeper well
Some get old with bones too brittle
Curse the world that gave them little love
Others grow old like a birch tree
Dig their roots deep
Find more than enough
Methuselah sits on the ground
Watching browning leaves
Have their sweet release
Methuselah doesn't shout
He just whispers things
That the autumn sings
With body old and bent
But soul unbowed
He said I'll lay aside this mortal shroud
Before the soil takes my body down
I want to wear my grey hair as a crown
Watching browning leaves
Have their sweet release
Methuselah doesn't shout
He just whispers things
That the autumn sings
Some get old with bones too brittle
Curse the world that gave them little love
Others grow old like a birch tree
Dig their roots deep
Find more than enough
Before the soil takes my body down
I want to wear my grey hair as a crown
I never want to grow up
Was my desperate cry
As my veins grew dry
Tried to hold youth in a cup
But now I want to dwell
By a much deeper well
Some get old with bones too brittle
Curse the world that gave them little love
Others grow old like a birch tree
Dig their roots deep
Find more than enough
Methuselah sits on the ground
Watching browning leaves
Have their sweet release
Methuselah doesn't shout
He just whispers things
That the autumn sings
With body old and bent
But soul unbowed
He said I'll lay aside this mortal shroud
Before the soil takes my body down
I want to wear my grey hair as a crown
Writer: Anne Russell
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