Old poems don’t rhyme
Old mountaineers don’t climb
Old summer sun don’t shine

Old babies don’t cry
Old racketeers don’t lie
Old perfect matches don’t bring light

They don’t bring light
They don’t bring light
They don’t bring light

Old pleas don’t count
Old tunes don’t sound
Old good old love’s not around

It’s not around
It’s not around
It’s not around

It’s not around
It’s not around
It’s not around

It’s not around
It’s not around
It’s not around

Old poems won’t rhyme
Old mountaineers won’t climb
Old summer sun won’t shine