Afternoon

When I am old and comforted

And done with this desire

When I am old and comforted

And done with this desire

I'll comb my hair in scalloped bands

Beneath my laundered cap

And watch my cool and fragile hands

Lie light upon my lap

And I will have a sprigged gown

With lace to kiss my throat

I'll draw my curtain to the town

And hum a purring note

And I'll forget the way of tears

And rock and stir my tea

But oh how I wish those blessed years

Were further than they'd be

And I will have a sprigged gown

With lace to kiss my throat

I'll draw my curtain to the town

And hum a purring note

When I am old and comforted

And done with this desire

When I am old and comforted

And done with this desire