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NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN song lyrics
by Joel Sattler

based on SAILING TO BYZANTIUM by William Butler Yeats

the young lying in each other's arms
the birds singing in the trees
and we dying there at their song
the mackerel crowded seas

fish, flesh, or fowl, all summer long
Whatever begotten is born and dies
Caught in the music of sense neglect
monument intellect why o why

this is no country for old men
no country for old men
this is no country for old men
no country for old men

An aged man is a paltry thing
A tattered coat up on a stick
unless a soul claps both its hands and sings
and singing of life he is sick

And therefore I have sailed the seven seas
and come to Byzantium
the holiest city of all of these
the city Byzantium

O sages that stand in God's holy fire
gold mosaic up on the wall
spinning around, perne in a gyre
sing to me as I fall

Consuming my heart sick with desire
still beating here inside of me
It knows not what it is and gathers
me in the trick of eternity

Once out of nature I'll never take
My body from natural things
But of such a form as Greek goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold enamelling

To keep a drowsy Emperor awake
Or sing on a golden bough to break
To lords and ladies Byzantium
Of what is past, passing, or to come

yes this is no country for old men
no country for old men
this is no country for old men
I'll say it again and again
this is no country for old men
no country for old men
this is no country for old men
no country for old men


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