Silver Threads Among The Gold

 

 

Daring, I am growing old.

Silver threads among the gold.

Shine upon my brow today. 

LIfe is fading fast away.

 

But my daring you will be, will be.

Always young and fair to me.

Yes my daring you will be.

Always young and fair to me.

 

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 daring mine alone, alone.

You have never older grown.

Yes my daring mine alone.

You have never older grown.

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Love can never more grow old.

Locks(=hair) 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.  

 

Love is always young and fair.

What to us is silver hair.

Faded cheeks or steps grown slow.

To the heart that beat below.

 

Since I kissed you, mine alone, alone.

You have never older grown.

Since I kissed you, mine alone.

You have never older grown.

 

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