Don’t wait until the next year if there’s any way at all.
Go ahead and do it now. Don’t put it off till fall.
Suppose things don’t work out the way that you were sure they would.
Don’t put it off till next year. I just don’t think you should.
That distant deep blue mountain that you look at every day.
The one you want to see real close, up where the eagles play
Next year the peaks will still be there, there’s hardly any doubt.
But will you still be here by then? Suppose your time runs out?
The harvest’s in, the crops are sold, but there’s still much to do
The barn needs paint, fence needs repairs, looks like the house does too
Your friends are here to help you but you tell ‘em “Never mind.”
Next year you’ll cry if they are gone, be sorry you were blind.
Don’t put off all the nice things that you could tell your wife.
Like how glad you are she’s here with you and sharing in your life.
That letter to that uncle who gave you the catcher’s mitt...
Go on ahead and write it. It couldn’t hurt a bit.
For life's a fast and wonderful, but sometimes fragile thing.
Don’t put off until next year the chance to dance and sing.
Hold loved ones close and let them know how much they really mean
Next year might be one year too late for things you’ve never seen.
Don’t fret about the things to come. Don’t worry till you're sick
But live and laugh. Do all you can. And try to do it quick.
And if the hourglass runs out and your time here is done.
At least you’ll say “I lived each day like it was my last one”
