Too Old To Die Young

If life is like a candle bright
Then death must be the wind
And you can close your window tight
But it still comes blowing in
So I will climb the highest hill
And watch the rising sun
And I’ll pray that I won’t feel the chill
Till I’m too old to die young

Let me watch my children grow
To see what they become
Oh, Lord, don’t let that cold wind blow
Till I’m too old to die young

Well, I have had some dear sweet friends
I thought would never die
Now, the only thing that’s left of them
Is these teardrops in my eyes