Katherine Of Oregon - Al Stewart

When I get even more old than I am now

I’ll have a house overlooking the water

I’ll read all the books that I never got 'round to

And pile my suitcases up in the corner

The lights of the city they blink off and on again

Names in my memory are there, then they’re gone again

Albums of photographs spread on the floor again

I’ll spend my evenings with Katherine of Oregon

I’ll fill my garage up with things I’ve no use for

Obsolete knick-knacks that there’s no excuse for

I’ll turn my back on the world’s grand illusions

Take my delights in the simplest amusements

The lights of the city they blink off and on again

Names in my memory are there, then they’re gone again

Albums of photographs spread on the floor again

I’ll spend my evenings with Katherine of Oregon

I’ll wear my clothes with their colors all clashing

They’ll be so old that they’ll come back in fashion

I’ll sit on the beach with my paper wrapped luncheon

I’ll enjoy being the ancient curmudgeon

The lights of the city they blink off and on again

Names in my memory are there then they’re gone again

I’ll have a jukebox and play Lonnie Donegan

And I’ll spend my evenings with Katherine of Oregon