Old Father Time

Old Father Time

Old Father Time rings the bell
The old boys stir on death row
Is it time to go home?
Is it time to go home?
Summertime’s final throes
All run out, and they know
Is it time to go home?
Is it time to go home?

End of the season, one over to go
St John’s Wood mist gift wrapping your bones
Ah the sun will soon be set
But there’s life in the old dog yet?

I’m just a chancer taking his chance
I’m just the angel who fell
I’m just a tailender in at the crease
As Old Father Time rings the bell

Whatever comes, got to make runs
I am the last man in
Out and we lose, play for the draw
But I still believe we can win

I’m just a chancer taking his chance
I’m just the angel who fell
I’m just a tailender in at the crease
As Old Father Time rings the bell

The bowler runs down, smashes the ground
The fielders are placed for the catch
It’s up in the air, a wing and a prayer
We all dream of winning the match

I’m just a chancer taking his chance
I’m just the angel who fell
I’m just the tailender in at the crease
As Old Father Time rings the bell

Caught on the boundary, starting to walk
Then over the rope he fell
I’m just a tailender riding his luck
As Old Father Time rings the bell

The egg and the bacon, the beer and the wine
The ghosts of the Long Room adorning the shrine
Behold Neville Cardus, this victory is thine!
As Old Father Time, as Old Father Time

I’m just a chancer taking his chance,
I’m just the angel who fell
I’m just the tailender in at the crease
As Old Father Time rings the bell

I’m just a chancer taking his chance,
I’m just the angel who fell
I’m just the tailender in at the crease
As Old Father Time rings the bell
As Old Father Time rings the bell
As Old Father Time rings the bell

Old Father Time, Old Father Time
Old father Time, Old Father Time