And the future you're giving me holds nothing for a gun
Your choral lamp that burns so low when you are passing through
My rosary has broken and my beads have all slipped through
I've no wish to be living sixty years on
I've no wish to be living sixty years on
I know my vintage prayers would be very much the same
You've hung up your great coat and you've laid down your gun
Magdelena plays the organ, plays it just for you
Sixty years on
Sixty years on
Yes I'll sit with you and talk let your eyes relive again
You know the war you fought in, wasn't too much fun
Sixty years on
And the future you're giving me holds nothing for a gun
And senorita play guitar, plays it just for you