When I am old
and these eyes have seen all they already know for themselves
       to see what I have seen
       to see what I see
       to go to sea
When I am old
I'll take out my heart and store it in a jar.
I'll dry it out in a jar and display it on my front step proudly for visitors.

There in the centre, floating in a small row boat
you will be singing softly
smiling like you know a secret.