It’s Never Too Late To Late To Fall In Love

You don’t have to be old to enjoy this song. I first heard it when ‘The Boy Friend’ by Sandy Wilson was staged in London in the 1950s – my favourite bit is in bold…

I may be too old to run a mile
Run a mile?
Yes, run a mile
But there’s one thing I still do very well

I may be too old to climb a stile
Climb a stile?
But there’s one thing at which I still excel

Although my hair is turning grey
Yes, it’s rather grey!
I still believe it when I say
Well, what do you say?

I’ts never too late to have a fling
For Autumn is just as nice as Spring
And it’s never too late to fall in love
Boop-a-Doop, Boop-a-Doop, Boop-a-Doop
It’s never too late to wink an eye
I’ll do it until the day I die
And it’s never too late to fall in love
Boop-a-Doop, Boop-a-Doop, Boop-a-Doop
If they say I’m too old for you

Then I shall answer “Why, sir,
One never drinks the wine that’s new
The old wine tastes much nicer”

A gentleman never feels too weak
To pat a pink arm or pinch a cheek
And it’s never too late to fall in love

Sez who? Sez me
Sez you? Sez we.
Sez both of us together

It’s never too late to whisper words
Concerning the way of bees and birds
And it’s never too late to fall in love
Whack-a-do, Whack-a-do, Whack-a-do

It’s never too late to flirt and spoon
A fiddle that’s old is more in tune
And it’s never too late to fall in love
Whack-a-do, Whack-a-do, Whack-a-do
The modern artists of today
May paint their picture faster
But when it comes to skill, I say
You can’t beat an old master
It’s never too late to bill and coo
At any age one and one make two

And it’s never too late to fall in

Never too late to fall in

Never too late to fall in

Love

It’s never too late to blow a kiss
Especially at a time like this
And it’s never too late to fall in love
Vo-de-o, Vo-de-o, Vo-de-o
It’s never too late for fun and larks
A jolly old flame has lots of sparks
And it’s never too late to fall in love

Vo-de-o, Vo-de-o, Vo-de-o

The modern buildings that you see
Are often most alarming
But I am sure that you’ll agree
A ruin can be charming
It’s never too late to be a beau
Experience counts a lot, you know
And it’s never too late to fall in
Never too late to fall in
Never too late to fall in

Love

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About layanglicana

Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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