To The Love Of My Youth I'll Be True - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
TO THE LOVE OF MY YOUTH I'LL BE TRUE. Copyright, 1877, by F. Blume. Words by T. W. Hanshew, Music by E. G. B. Holder. 
There's a day when the roses shall wither. There's a day when the sunlight shall fade, There's a day when the weight of time's finger On the gold of thy curls shall be laid. When whispering voices of angels Call o'er the dark river to you. But e'en to that day, little darling. To the love of my youth I'll be true. When the pink from the rose bud has flown, love? When the violet has lost its bright hue, Then bloometh the flower of affection, To the love of my youth I'll be true. 
Chorus. To the love of my youth I will ever be true. To the love of my youth I will ever be true. To the love of my youth I will ever be true. To the love of my youth I'll be true. 
When the song of the woodlark is hushed, love, And the voice of the linnet is still, When no low, rippling music doth break, love, From the silvery waves of the rill, When the chill of life's snows on thy forehead, When the cold world shall turn, love, from you, Then list to my heart breathe affection, To the love of my youth I'll be true. When the pink from the rosebud has flown, love, When the violet has lost its bright hue, Then bloometh the flower of affection, To the love of my youth I'll be true.-Chorus. 
Chorus may be omitted at pleasure.