A                       D
    Darling, we are growing old
          A                     E
    and show the silver in our hair,
              A                        D
    sands of time have stolen all the gold
          E                          A
    that made your youthful tresses fair.

         E                      A
    But years can never steal away,
       E                        A
    a love that never can grow old.
      A                        D
    What care we for tresses gray,
           E                         A
    since love will always keep its gold.

     A                          D
    Love, I'll tell you with a kiss,
         A                             E
    if heaven gives back the youth we miss.
          A                       D
    Your face will be no fairer then,
          E                        A
    when silver threads are gold again.

( A D E A )

     A                     D
    Darling, I can read today,
          A                         E
    the question in your thoughtful eyes,
         A                    D
    you wonder if I wish for May,
       E                         A
    beneath this frosty Autumn sky.

     E                        A
    Love of mine, be sure of this,
         E                       A
    for me, no face could be so fair
          A                       D
    than this one that I stoop to kiss,
       E                         A
    beneath its crown of silver hair.

( A D E A )

     A                          D
    Darlin', with your hand in mine,
           A                            E
    we'll journey all life's pathway through,
          A                          D
    with happy tears your dear eyes shine
           E                        A
    like deep blue blossoms in the dew.

           E                      A
    These sorrows of the passing years
          E                       A
    have made us love each other more.
         A                   D
    And every day that disappears,
       E                       A
    I count you dearer than before.

     A                         D
    Love, I'll tell you with a kiss,
        A                              E
    if Heav'n gives back the youth we miss,
          A                       D
    your face will be no fairer then,
          E                        A
    when silver threads are gold again.