Silver in the Stubble Early in the morning, Hear the razor roar, There's silver in the stubble And it wasn't there before. Chorus: For the leaves are getting greener, And spring is on the way; Girls are getting prettier And younger every day. Silver in the stubble; Winter in the wood. Fare you well, you wicked world, I'm going to be good. Chorus: Time to think of Heaven; Time to think of Hell. Time to go to church on Sunday, Hark, I hear the bell. Chorus: But if any girl is willing, She only has to say; I'll hang my halo on a shelf Until another day. Chorus:
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