Silver Threads Among the Gold

by Eben Eugene Rexford

 

I.

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
Always young and fair to me,
Yes! my darling, you will be—
Always young and fair to me.
 

II.

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 darling, mine alone,
You have never older grown,
Yes, my darling, mine alone,—
You have never older grown.

III.

Love can never-more grow old,
Locks may lose their brown and gold;
Cheeks may fade and hollow grow;
But the hearts that love, will know
Never, winter's frost and chill;
Summer warmth is in them still,
Never winter's frost and chill,
Summer warmth is in them still.

IV.

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.