| Song | Slowly Growing Old |
| Artist | Alasdair Roberts |
| Album | Farewell Sorrow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Roberts | |
| What are you doing, soldier bold? | |
| Slowly growing old, slowly growing old. | |
| What are you doing, soldier bold? | |
| Slowly growing old, said he. | |
| Of what is the world made, soldier bold? | |
| Slowly growing old, slowly growing old. | |
| A little light, and a little shade, don't you know. | |
| Slowly growing old, said he. | |
| And how shall we measure it, soldier bold? | |
| Slowly growing old, slowly growing old. | |
| By compass and by astrolabe. | |
| Slowly growing old, said he. | |
| And what will you do when you are old? | |
| Retire from this world of constant woe. | |
| And what will you do when you are old? | |
| Retire from this world, let me go, let me go. |
| zuo qu : Roberts | |
| What are you doing, soldier bold? | |
| Slowly growing old, slowly growing old. | |
| What are you doing, soldier bold? | |
| Slowly growing old, said he. | |
| Of what is the world made, soldier bold? | |
| Slowly growing old, slowly growing old. | |
| A little light, and a little shade, don' t you know. | |
| Slowly growing old, said he. | |
| And how shall we measure it, soldier bold? | |
| Slowly growing old, slowly growing old. | |
| By compass and by astrolabe. | |
| Slowly growing old, said he. | |
| And what will you do when you are old? | |
| Retire from this world of constant woe. | |
| And what will you do when you are old? | |
| Retire from this world, let me go, let me go. |
| zuò qǔ : Roberts | |
| What are you doing, soldier bold? | |
| Slowly growing old, slowly growing old. | |
| What are you doing, soldier bold? | |
| Slowly growing old, said he. | |
| Of what is the world made, soldier bold? | |
| Slowly growing old, slowly growing old. | |
| A little light, and a little shade, don' t you know. | |
| Slowly growing old, said he. | |
| And how shall we measure it, soldier bold? | |
| Slowly growing old, slowly growing old. | |
| By compass and by astrolabe. | |
| Slowly growing old, said he. | |
| And what will you do when you are old? | |
| Retire from this world of constant woe. | |
| And what will you do when you are old? | |
| Retire from this world, let me go, let me go. |