Birthday Carol - Todd Rundgren
Written by：Todd Rundgren
I was born this very morning
And my brother he was also born
In our first nine months we learned to speak
And we have been listening since early morn
I love no one but my brother
Who spent those months with me
I hate no one and no other has so far hated me
But it isn't yet the afternoon
And things are still to be
And when evening comes we all will see
I am not very old and I won't live long
I was born this very morning singing this here song
Now I feel the worst for older people
Winding out their friendless hours alone
Seeing lives like plays at final curtain
Looking out to find everyone has gone home
Is there something I can pray to
Some offering I can send
Or some ear that I can play to
To help him find a friend
And maybe then redeem myself to keep me from that end
For the evening comes and who knows when
I am not very old and I won't live long
I was born this very morning singing this here song
Oh my brother where is our mother
Is there no other to live together
To be our lover
I am not very old and I won't live long
I was born this very morning singing this here song
And who knows when