Silver Threads Among The Gold

Darling I am growing old
Silver threads among the gold
shine upon my brow today
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
Darling I'm growing old
Silver threads among the gold