Darling, we are growing old And show the silver in our hair Sands of time have stolen all the gold That made your youthful tresses fair But years can never steal away A love that never can grow old What care we for tresses gray Since love will always keep its gold 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 Darling, I can read today The question in your thoughtful eyes You wonder if I wish for May Beneath this frosty Autumn sky 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