the old lady was humming,
As backwards and forwards
Oh, life is a toil and love is a trouble
Beauty will fade and riches will flee
There's too much of sewing
There's too much of ironing
There's nothing that's worth
all the time you waste on it
And nothing that'll last us
So life is a toil and love is a trouble
Beauty will fade and riches will flee
Pull weeds all the summer,
break leaves in September
It's snow all the winter,
So life is a toil and love is a trouble
Beauty will fade and riches will flee
And nothing is what we could
The old woman grew tired of
and I thought, was it just
Should herself in the end
So life is a toil and love is a trouble
Beauty will fade and riches will flee
And nothing is what we could wish it to be
