SILVER THREADS AMONG THE GOLD


darling : I am growing old
silver threads among the gold
shine upon my brow today
life is fading fast away
but my darling : you will be • will be
always young and fair to me
yes my darling : you will be
always young and fair to me

when your hair is silver white
and your cheeks no longer bright
with the roses of the May
I will kiss your lips and say:
"Oh my darling : mine alone • alone
you have never older grown
yes my darling • mine alone:
you have never older grown"

love can never more grow old
locks may lose their brown and gold
cheeks may fade and hollow grow
but the hearts that love will know
that my darling : you will be • will be
always young and fair to me
yes my darling : you will be
always young and fair to me

        hart danks • eben rexford