When An Old Cricketer

C Fmaj7 C Dm When the day is done and the ball has spun in the umpires pocket away, C Fmaj7 C Dm And all remains in the groundsman's pains for the rest of time and a day; C Em C Dm There'll be one mad dog and his master, pushing for four with the spin C Fmaj7 C G On a dusty pitch, with two pounds six, of willow wood in the sun. C Fmaj7 C Dm When an old cricketer leaves the crease, you never know whether he's gone; C Fmaj7 C G If sometimes you're catching a fleeting glimpse of a twelfth man at Silly Mid-On; C Fmaj7 C Dm And it could be Geoff, and it could be John, with a new ball sting in his tail; C Fmaj7 C G Fmaj7 And it could be me, and it could be thee, and it could be the sting in the ale, sting in the ale. C Fmaj7 C Dm When the moment comes, and the gathering stands, and the clock turns back to reflect C Fmaj7 C Dm On the years of grace, as those footsteps trace for the last time out of the act; C Em C Dm Well this way of life's recollection, the hallowed strip in the haze, C Fmaj7 C G The fabled men, and the noonday sun, are much more than just yarns of their days. C Fmaj7 C Dm When an old cricketer leaves the crease, you never know whether he's gone; C Fmaj7 C G If sometimes you're catching a fleeting glimpse of a twelfth man at Silly Mid-On; C Fmaj7 C Dm And it could be Geoff, and it could be John, with a new ball sting in his tail; C Fmaj7 C G Fmaj7 And it could be me, and it could be thee, and it could be the sting in the ale, sting in the ale. Repeat Chorus C Fmaj7 C Dm When an old cricketer leaves the crease, you never know whether he's gone; C Fmaj7 C G If sometimes you're catching a fleeting glimpse of a twelfth man at Silly Mid-On; C Fmaj7 C Dm And it could be Geoff, and it could be John, with a new ball sting in his tail; C Fmaj7 C G Fmaj7 And it could be me, and it could be thee, and it could be the sting in the ale, sting in the ale.