Things Of Old Lyrics - Riverside

Things of old 

When I'm older, I will build. 

Take a cabin in a clover field. 

In the elements Im growing, 

Growing closer to, the things of old. 

One, two, three, four 

When I'm older, I will feel, 

The rain on my face as I'm working in my garden, 

When Im older, Ill plant the ground 

Reminisce the age when this was all we had.