Slowly Growing Old by Alasdair Roberts Lyrics

What are you doing, soldier bold?
Slowly growing old, slowly growing old
What are you doing, soldier bold?
Slowly growing old, said he

Of what is the world made, soldier bold?
Slowly growing old, slowly growing old
A little light, and a little shade, don't you know
Slowly growing old, said he

And how shall we measure it, soldier bold?
Slowly growing old, slowly growing old
By compass and by astrolabe
Slowly growing old, said he

And what will you do when you are old?
Retire from this world of constant woe
And what will you do when you are old?
Retire from this world, let me go, let me go