The Young Grow Younger Every Day - Burt Bacharach

The young grow younger every day

While I have little left to say

A lonely bird now says it all

Or winter gnawing at the feet of fall

I did not die

When suddenly you went away

And I survived the night

To see the day

No answers left

No word to end the pain

Instead unvaried wisdom

Of the rain

Where time is time

And life is breath

Another spring will rise

To silence death

So I have little left to say

While the young grow younger every day

The naked trees bend stubbornly

Against the sod

To tell enough of life

Perhaps of god

No gurus left

No prophets yet remain

Instead unvaried wisdom of the rain

Where time is time

And life is breath

Another spring will rise

To silence death

So I have little left to say

While the young grow younger every day