Love is always young and fair,--
What to us is silver hair,
Faded cheeks or steps grown slow,
To the hearts that beat below?
Since I kissed you, mine alone,
You have never older grown,
Since I kissed you, mine alone,
You have never older grown.
Chorus to last verse.
Darling, we are growing old,
Silver threads among the gold,
Shine upon my brow today;--
Life is fading fast away.