When Silver Threads Are Gold Again

Darling, we are growing old
And show the silver in our hair
Sands of time have stolen all the gold
That made your youthful tresses fair

But years can never steal away
A love that never can grow old
What care we for tresses gray
Since love will always keep its gold

Love, I'll tell you with a kiss
If heaven gives back the youth we miss
Your face will be no fairer then
When silver threads are gold again

Darling, I can read today
The question in your thoughtful eyes
You wonder if I wish for May
Beneath this frosty Autumn sky

Love of mine, be sure of this
For me, no face could be so fair
Than this one that I stoop to kiss
Beneath its crown of silver hair