Darling, we are growing old
and show the silver in our hair,
sands of time have stolen all the gold
that made your youthful tresses fair.
But years can never steal away,
a love that never can grow old.
What care we for tresses gray,
since love will always keep its gold.
Love, I'll tell you with a kiss,
if heaven gives back the youth we miss.
Your face will be no fairer then,
when silver threads are gold again.
Darling, I can read today,
the question in your thoughtful eyes,
you wonder if I wish for May,
beneath this frosty Autumn sky.
Love of mine, be sure of this,
for me, no face could be so fair
than this one that I stoop to kiss,
beneath its crown of silver hair.
Darlin', with your hand in mine,
we'll journey all life's pathway through,
with happy tears your dear eyes shine
like deep blue blossoms in the dew.
These sorrows of the passing years
have made us love each other more.
And every day that disappears,
I count you dearer than before.
Love, I'll tell you with a kiss,
if Heav'n gives back the youth we miss,
your face will be no fairer then,
when silver threads are gold again.