Sepia-toned, waiting alone to be sold   Where is the boy, now his precious toy is getting old?      Where are the times, the rosy times of long ago?    Who is this man? Whose are these hands that he holds?      Now all your colours are fading    Through a life of waiting    For someone to come and take you home      "Cheer up," they said, "Paint on a smile and be a clown    And just go to bed, if this wooden life gets you down"      Now all your colours are fading    Through a lifetime waiting    For someone to come and take you home