WILL YOU LOVE ME WHEN I'M OLD
I would ask of you my darling, a question soft and low,
It gives me many heartaches as the moments come and go,
I know your love is truthful, but the truest love grows cold,
And it's this that I would ask you, "Will you love me when I'm old?
Life's morn will soon be waning, and its evening bells be tolled,
And my heart will know no sadness if you'll love me when I'm old.
Down the stream of life together we are sailing side by side,
Hoping some bright day to anchor, safe beyond the surging tide,
Today the skies are cloudless, but the night may clouds unfold,
And the storms may gather 'round us, will you love me when I'm old?
When my hair shall shame the snowdrift, and my eyes shall dimmer grow,
I would lean upon some loved one, down the valley as I go,
I would claim of you a promise, worth to me a world of gold,
And, it's this that I would ask you, will you love me when I'm old?
Recorded by Ed Trickett