 John's Tool and Ham, sawdust in the air, what sings of love in his rugged lair? Johnny Walker, night sports in his veins, from Cyprus to Africa, hearts still remain. Bassoir goes in his past, chickens, clucking ghosts, that won't last Crafted love from timber grain Retired dreaming without the pain Old John's heart beating true Building love back, he's born anew South African sunsets paint the days Love cuts deep in Woodward's blaze Balling coffee with the one he adores Every plank a tale, every grain roars From cypress shores to African winds Life shifts, but love never bends. Rough edges and weathered hands, together they carve life's plans. Wooden hearts ain't break or tear, retired dreams they both share. Johnny Walker memories embrace, in every sport he finds a trace. Past might have gone, but love stands tall. Retirement ain't the end of it all. Old John's heart beating true. Building love like he's born anew South African sunsets paint the days Love cuts deep and woodworks. Oh, John's heart beating true. Build a love like he's born anew. South African sunsets paint the days. Love cuts deep in Woodward's place. Oh, John's heart beating true. Build a love like he's born anew. Oh, like he's born anew. South African sunsets paint the days, love cuts deep in the words plays. Morning coffee with the one he adores, every plank a tale, every grain rose. From cyprus shores to African winds. Life shifts, but love never bends. Rough edges and weathered hands. Together they carve life's plans. Wounded hearts ain't break or tear. Retired dreams they both share.

Retired Love