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Over The Hill

  Oh, birthday schmirthday, dearth of mirth-day, curse my earthly worth
This milestone millstone rods my back, to trudge this one way track
Mixed metaphors for getting old, foreboding woes untold
Washed up and past my use by date, my fate seems less than great

But over the hill
Sounds like a lovely place to be
Twilight's alright with me
Out to pasture's nicer still
Over the hill
No more to climb, you're on a roll
Unwind your mind and stroll
In a field of thyme and sage
Smile lines are all the rage
All the world's a passing stage
We're merely here to play
Over the hill, not far away

Though greying and fraying, the slow decaying will never stop me playing
My brain still reels with youthful zeal, but some wounds never heal
The increasing creasing never ceasing, my skin's old spring releasing
I wear my history on my hide, with Wabi Sabi pride

[Chorus...]

Ageing, with one foot in the grave
We're all ageing, it's no way to behave
Keep raging, til the day you lie in state
Don't wait too late to lick your plate

We're all ageing and no one gets to gloat
We're all ageing, 'cos we're all in the same boat
Rampaging, keen to savour every bit
I hope to make the most of it
A ghost can't make the most of it

For each mountain conquered, peak to peak, there's always more to seek
Don't lose your edge, your razor wit, life has a point to it
So sleep enough, drink water, exercise, it's what the wise advise
And eat more greens and clean your room, fend off impending doom

Do I make a living or make a life? Stay safe or get in strife?
The YOLO risk dichotomy. It goes both ways, you see
Future past regret fret, milk unspilled, potential unfulfilled
But I'll be right back in my prime in only one years' time

[Chorus...]

Ageing from the hatching to dispatching,
All ageing, womb to tomb it's really catching
Keep raging, from the natal to fatal
Don't wait too late to lick your plate

We're all ageing, and if people really knew
(We're all ageing), how you doubt the good you do
Rampaging, they'd parade from near and far
To let you know how grouse you are
To let you know how grouse you are
Don't forget just how damn grouse you are

And the young folks might keep this in mind too, the future creeps up behind you
Over the hill. over the hill, not far away

Mal Webb 2016

On the 2004 Great Victorian Bike Ride, I improvised a version of this chorus to spur on the cyclists as they battled their way up Laver's Hill. I then turned it into a song for the 40th birthday of my sister, Mary. Then in the run up to my 50th birthday, I decided to rewrite the lyrics more in the manner I'd originally conceived it. Mary totally approved, as although she loved the song I wrote for her, she felt a bit awks when I played it live... understandably!