A.S. Sixty-Four

Words by : Caerwoulf
Tune of : When I'm Sixty-Four by Paul McCartney

When we get older, hair turning white,
Many years from now,
Will we still be going to events and feasts,
Hunting quests for mythical beasts,
Watching a tourney, sitting at court,
Wake me if I snore.
Will I still sing love ballads to you in A.S. 64?

Sweetest romance that never will fade,
'Though our hair be gray,
Will we still be dancing the pavane and bransel,
Strip the Willow, Hole in the Wall?
Pass me an orange. Pull out a clove.
Kiss me like before.
Will I still sing love ballads to you in A.S. 64?

We will sit by roaring fires, home brew in our cups.
We will tell the grandchildren tales of when the kings were pups.

Unfurl our banners, sit in our tents,
Down at Pennsic War.
Beautiful as ever my sweet lady love,
Fit together hand in a glove.
Treasuring memories when we were young,
Who could ask for more?
Yes, I'll still sing love ballads to you in A.S. 64!