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.