Too Old to Die Young

If life is like a candle bright death must be the wind
You can close your window tight but it still comes blowing in
So I will climb the highest hill to watch the rising sun
And I pray that I don?t feel the chill 'til I?m too old to die young

Let me watch my children grow to see what they become
Oh Lord don?t let that cold wind blow 'til I?m too old to die young