Sunday morning
The sunrise is powerful
The birds sing
And the children plays
The trees start to die
The summer die
I'm close to the end
I walked on the old way
I walked on the old way
I walked on the old way
I walked on the old way
I'm not an old guy
I'm pretty young
But my mind goes to the old
I love the vintage
I love the old world
I do all the old way
I do all the old way
I do all the old way
I do all the old way