Mr Turner, oh Mr Turner  
ooh..Mr. Turner ooh...Mr. Turner

It was a fine Sunday morning  
When I walked into your room  
And your eyes they were telling me  
You didn t wanna be alone  
Oh how you made my heart ache  
I guess you didn’t know that  

For Mr Turner, Mr Turner  
Yor looked like my Grandpa  

You room it was full of  
The sunshine of yesterday  
The pictures on your walls  
They made you smile  
Oh but they made me cry  

I looked your bookshelves  
You were reading Gorbachev and  
The Eastern Bloc s history  
The Eastern Bloc s history  
And Edgar Allan Poe  

Mr Turner, oh Mr Turner  
Oh, How you made my heart ache  

I asked you why you came here  
You told me it s just part of life  
You said growing old  
Was like being thrown in a pool  
And you had to swim  
Or you had to drown  

I told ya you didn‘t have to worry  
That life s just like a day  
And growing up was sunrise  
And growing old was sunset  
I wanna hold your hand in mine  

Oh Mr Turner, oh Mr Turner  
You know you were very much like my grandpa  

Oh Mr Turner, oh Mr Turner...  

And now that I have left you  
I wish you all the best  
That you‘ll love your life  
Like you’ll love a good sunset  
And then you’ll have all the glory of  
The dying rays of the sun  
That will never set  
or the sun that will set  
But will rise again someday