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.
Darling, I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold,
Shine upon my brow today;
Life is fading fast away.
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!
Darling, I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold,
Shine upon my brow today;
Life is fading fast away.
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,
Never, never winter's frost and chill;
Summer warmth is in them still;
Never winter's frost and chill,
Summer warmth is in them still.
Darling, I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold,
Shine upon my brow today;
Life is fading fast away.