These old black boots have carried me
To all the well known places;
From high up hills down to the sea
To meet a thousand faces.
But now their journeying steps are done
I wish to spend my time alone
In happy solitude.

This old felt hat has kept my head
Clear thinking bright and witty;
It has been doffed to girls who're said
Are amongst the worlds most pretty.
But now I wish to rest my head
Upon a pillow until I'm dead
In happy solitude.

These glasses perched upon my nose
Have I had a shorter while.
They help me see I must suppose,
But they hide my cheerful smile.
Now I wish to fold them away
So until the end I can stay
In happy solitude.