You've got a heart worth more than its weight in gold
And the mind to stay true to a gypsy soul
Hands that I can't help but hold
You think that I'll still be beautiful when I'm old
I've been wading through waves where the crickets sing
When the sky is so dark I can see everything
Maybe we're all spinning around a black hole
But I think that you'll still be beautiful when you're old
Love me, love me not
Love, we've got
Hours and hours and
Fists full of flowers
Once we planted a garden but it didn't grow
Not where we wanted, the seeds have blown
Over the fence into the field, oh
Do you think it'll still be beautiful when we're old?
Love me, love me not
Love, we've got
Hours and hours and
Fists full of flowers
Do you think it'll still be beautiful when we're old?
Do you think it'll still be beautiful when we're old?
'Cause I think it'll still be beautiful when we're old