Too Old To Die Young - Linda Ronstadt, Ann Savoy

If life is like a candle bright

Then death must be the wind

You can close your window tight

And it still comes blowing in

So I will climb the highest hill

And watch the rising sun

And pray that I won’t feel the chill

'Til I’m too old to die young

Let me watch my children grow

To see what they become

Lord don’t let that cold wind blow

'Til I’m too old to die young

I have had some real good friends

I thought would never die

But all I’ve got that’s left of them

Are these teardrops in my eye

Let me watch my children grow

To see what they become

Lord don’t let that cold wind blow

'Til I’m too old to die young

Lord don’t let that cold wind blow

'Til I’m too old to die young