SILVER THREADS AMONG THE GOLD | |
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Darling I am growing old, silver threads among the gold, Shine upon my brow today, life is fading fast away But my darling you will be, will be, Always young and fair to me, Yes my darling you will be Always young and fair to me. When your hair is silver white, and your cheeks no longer bright When the roses bloom in May, I will kiss your lips and say Oh my darling you will be, will be, Always young and fair to me, Yes my darling you will be, Always young and fair to me. |
Poisson d'Avril