It was a fine Sunday morning When I walked into your room And your eyes they were telling me You didn t wanna be alone Oh how you made my heart ache I guess you didn’t know that
For Mr Turner, Mr Turner Yor looked like my Grandpa
You room it was full of The sunshine of yesterday The pictures on your walls They made you smile Oh but they made me cry
I looked your bookshelves You were reading Gorbachev and The Eastern Bloc s history The Eastern Bloc s history And Edgar Allan Poe
Mr Turner, oh Mr Turner Oh, How you made my heart ache
I asked you why you came here You told me it s just part of life You said growing old Was like being thrown in a pool And you had to swim Or you had to drown
I told ya you didn‘t have to worry That life s just like a day And growing up was sunrise And growing old was sunset I wanna hold your hand in mine
Oh Mr Turner, oh Mr Turner You know you were very much like my grandpa
Oh Mr Turner, oh Mr Turner...
And now that I have left you I wish you all the best That you‘ll love your life Like you’ll love a good sunset And then you’ll have all the glory of The dying rays of the sun That will never set or the sun that will set But will rise again someday
It was a fine Sunday morning When I walked into your room And your eyes they were telling me You didn t wanna be alone Oh how you made my heart ache I guess you didn’t know that
For Mr Turner, Mr Turner Yor looked like my Grandpa
You room it was full of The sunshine of yesterday The pictures on your walls They made you smile Oh but they made me cry
I looked your bookshelves You were reading Gorbachev and The Eastern Bloc s history The Eastern Bloc s history And Edgar Allan Poe
Mr Turner, oh Mr Turner Oh, How you made my heart ache
I asked you why you came here You told me it s just part of life You said growing old Was like being thrown in a pool And you had to swim Or you had to drown
I told ya you didn‘t have to worry That life s just like a day And growing up was sunrise And growing old was sunset I wanna hold your hand in mine
Oh Mr Turner, oh Mr Turner You know you were very much like my grandpa
Oh Mr Turner, oh Mr Turner...
And now that I have left you I wish you all the best That you‘ll love your life Like you’ll love a good sunset And then you’ll have all the glory of The dying rays of the sun That will never set or the sun that will set But will rise again someday
