Darlin’, we are growing old And show the silver in our hair Since time has stolen all the gold That made your youthful tresses fair But years can never steal away A look that never can grow old What care we for tresses gray Since love will always keep its gold 
Chorus 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 
Darlin’, I can read today The question in your thoughtful eyes You wonder if I wish for May Beneath the frosty autumn skies 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 The sorrow of the passing years Have made us love each other more And every day that disappears I count you dearer than before 
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