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 . . .