Dar-ling I am grow-ing old-
Siver threads a-mong the gold
Shine upon my brow to-day
Life is fading fast a-way
But, my darling, you will be, will be.
Always young and fair to me
Yes! my darling you will be -
Al-ways young and fair to me
Dar-ling I am grow-ing, grow-ing old.
Sirver threads a-mong the gold
Shine upon my brow to-day-
Life is fading fast a-way.
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