It's 4-o'clock in the morning   And I am staring at the ceiling plaster   A movie screen of all my days   That came and left with grace      It's Halloween and the smell of burning   Pumpkin takes me back through all the   People I have dressed up as   To tell myself I have a pretty soul      And it is so wonderful   It is so wonderful   Beautiful      And I give thanks to my youthful days   Of grass-stained knees and trick-or-treat face   I pray I'll find as innocent a place   When I am 88      And I give thanks to my present day   It just got here so please don't go away   I finally see it's what I choose to make   I choose to make it into gold      And it is so wonderful   Beautiful      I give thanks to my youthful days   Of grass-stained knees and trick-or-treat face   I pray I'll find as innocent a place   When I am 88      And I give thanks to my present day   It just got here so please don't go away   I finally see it's what I choose to make   And I choose to make it into gold