When your hair has turned to silver,
I will love you just the same;
I will only call you sweetheart,
That will always be your name . . .

Through a garden filled with roses
Down the sunset trail we'll stray;
When your hair has turned to silver,
I will love you as today . . .

Through a garden filled with roses
Down the sunset trail we'll stray;
When your hair has turned to silver,
I will love you as today . . .