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 . . . 
    


























































