You’re getting pretty old, mate,
And so am I, I know.
We’re getting on in years, mate,
But enjoyin’ ’em as we go.

We’re still climbing up the hill, mate,
Trudging along as life, she goes.
There’s still a long way left, mate,
But just how far, God only knows.

It won’t matter how old we get, mate
We’ll never reach the top.
You just add one every year, mate,
And we’ll think we’re young until we drop.

It’s been too many years, mate,
Since you blinked and I was gone.
And I don’t know as much about you, mate,
As I did in those days long gone.

I don’t quite know how your feelings run –
Don’t know your hopes and fears.
I don’t know how your life’s been, mate,
From the time that I’ve been here.

But I do know you and me, mate,
Are still the best that we could be.
And it doesn’t matter how old we get, mate,
Because as friends, we know what friendship means.