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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