Silver in the Stubble

This song was quite popular in the folk clubs I used to frequent in England. It was written by Sydney Carter, who is better known for his “Lord of the Dance.”

I had forgotten all about this song until I started growing a beard and noticed some silver sprouting through. I label this song “An Ode to a Dirty Old Man.”

Gordon Bok – cellamba

 

Early in the morning,
Hear the razor roar,
There’s silver in the stubble
And it wasn’t there before.

Chorus:
For the leaves are getting greener,
And spring is on the way;
Girls are getting prettier
And younger every day.

Silver in the stubble;
Winter in the wood.
Fare you well, you wicked world,
I’m going to be good.

Chorus:

Time to think of Heaven;
Time to think of Hell.
Time to go to church on Sunday,
Hark, I hear the bell.

Chorus:

But if any girl is willing,
She only has to say;
I’ll hang my halo on a shelf
Until another day.

Chorus: