Times been called Come on dad times been called you’ve no more pints to pull. The apples are all picked & stacked & the shed it’s good & full. You’ve dug the parsnips, picked the beans & the onions they’re tied tight. Dinners over the puds all gone & the custard was just right. Your bedtime stories have all been told Poor hopper & jumper have gotten old. Its time to hang away your whites & put away your woods. You cannot win this final end although I really wish you could. The club is closed the match is done it’s getting very late. You’ve got the key, you know the way, its time to shut the gate. You’ve worked so hard for all of your life for your wonderful kids & your beautiful wife. But age made you weary & your life became troubled. All the things you enjoyed became problems & struggles. So come on dad its time to go you’ve done your very best. Kick off your shoes put up your feet you’ve earned a good long rest. All your family & friends who went on before they will all be waiting at the door. With amazing grace playing in your head you know it’s time to go to bed. So Sleep well now, rest your lovely old face .until we meet again soon in a much better place.