In the Far-Off Childhood Days

(Verse 1) In the far-off childhood days, oh friends, So many tales I heard to no end, Say a hundred or two, maybe more, And now no more, none to implore. And it feels, feels like someone guides, Standing, standing by my side, And whispers, "No more, not one more," And whispers, whispers, whispers more: "No more, not one more!" (Chorus) No more, not one more, oh it’s true, No more stories, no tales anew, And whispers, whispers, whispers more: "No more, not one more!" (Verse 2) When I was a cowboy, wild and free, Loved fair maidens, tender and sweet, Say a hundred or two, maybe more, And now no more, none to adore. And it feels, feels like someone guides, Standing, standing by my side, And whispers, "No more, not one more," And whispers, whispers, whispers more: "No more, not one more!" (Chorus) No more, not one more, oh it’s true, No more loves, no hearts to woo, And whispers, whispers, whispers more: "No more, not one more!" (Verse 3) Now I'm old and my needs are few, Six boards of pine will surely do, Six boards of pine, yes, that's all, And now no more, none to call. And fate, fate with a stern, stern hand, Guides me, guides me to the end, And whispers, "No more, not one more," And whispers, whispers, whispers more: "No more, not one more!" (Chorus) No more, not one more, oh it’s true, Six pine boards, no more to pursue, And whispers, whispers, whispers more: "No more, not one more!"