Free Four - Pink Floyd

Leave it to Rogers Waters to compose a song with an up beat tempo with a happy sounding melody about growing old and dying.

The memories of a man in his old age Are the deeds of a man in his prime You shuffle in the gloom of the sick room And talk to yourself as you die

Life is a short warm moment And death is a long cold rest You get your chance to try in twinkling of an eye Eighty years with luck or even less

So all aboard for the American tour And maybe you’ll make it to the top But mind how you go and I can tell you ‘cause I know You may find it hard to get off

You are the angel of death And I am the dead man’s son And he was buried like a mole in a foxhole And everyone is still on the run

And who is the master of fox hounds And who says the hunt has begun And who calls the tune in the courtroom And who beats the funeral drum

The memories of a man in his old age Are the deeds of a man in his prime You shuffle in the gloom of the sick room And talk to yourself as you die