You’ve got an old soul, a poet soul, I’d say

Like a weeping willow that begs the night to stay

Your old soul, my darling, whispers to mine

It whispers “Take it Slow, we’ve got nothing but time”

old soul, old soul

You’ve got an old soul, yes, a poet soul I’d say

When others need the color, you can love the gray

I hope you know your value and save a piece for me

For when I walk your way, dear one, It’s your weeping that I need

Old soul, poet soul