Tomorrow - Colonel Brown lyrics

Colonel Brown, he's retired, and old He's still looking for his pot, of gold His house was big but now it's sold His army coat keeps out the cold Oh old Oh oh oh His dear wife departed In May last year The poor fellows broken-hearted From his moustache hang the tears, Now all his life is souvenirs Oh Colonel Brown, isn't on, his feet A [worn book?) on his knees, a fire, some sleep The doctor looked at him to find There's nothing physical It's in, his mind Ah ah ah He's only pleasure now is, A little photograph, Of his army wedding Those medals on his uniform, Now [buy/by] the wood to keep him warm Ah And we take him out on Sunday To the church down in the lane Colonel Brown sits in his wheelchair And he tries to pray again