"My Old Man"

Radio Record, Volume II, Issue 23, 21 December 1928, Page 12

"My Old Man"

He tells me that he’s eighty, This dear old man of mine, But how can I believe it, When I .¢e his bright eyes shine; Maybe his hair is whiter, And the wrinkles deeper graw But I don’t believe he’s eighty, I can’t believe he’s eighty, When he talks to ¢ and tells me What he told me long ago! Still he vows that he + eighty, But I say it cannot be, When I see him striding gaily Along the’ streets with me; When I hear him talk and argue, Tetling stories by the score, Oh, I dowt believe he’s eighty, I can’t believe he's eighty, When he makes ds laugh and chuckle, Though we've heard them all before! But when at eve we wander In our garden on the hill, When the noises of ‘ne busy werld Are growing hushed and still; When he puts his arm around me, And we watch the setting sun, Oh, I can’t believe he’s eighty, I won't believe e's eighty, When he kisses me and loves me Like a boy of twenty-one!

FRED E.

WEATHERLY

[Mr. Fred BE. Weatherly, the famous song writer, recently celebrated his eightieth birthday. To commemorate the occasion and to prove that. he is "still alive’ and working he wrote these verses. ]