We are Growing Old Together.Copied by permission ofFirth, Pond & Co., 547 Broadway, owners of the copyright.We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear,The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear;Some friends we loved are in their graves, and many are estranged,But in sunshine or in shadow, our hearts are never changed.We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear,The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear.We are growing old together, the ivy and the treeA fitting emblem is dear, of the love ’twixt you and me;To be worthy of each other in the past was all our aim,And ’tis pleasant now to know, dear, our hearts are still the same.We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear,The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear.We are growing old together, together may we die—Together may our spirits soar to our home beyond the sky;For we loved as few can love, dear, when life’s flowery paths we ranged,And though we’ve wander’d long here, our hearts have never changed.We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear,The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear.
Copied by permission ofFirth, Pond & Co., 547 Broadway, owners of the copyright.
We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear,The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear;Some friends we loved are in their graves, and many are estranged,But in sunshine or in shadow, our hearts are never changed.We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear,The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear.We are growing old together, the ivy and the treeA fitting emblem is dear, of the love ’twixt you and me;To be worthy of each other in the past was all our aim,And ’tis pleasant now to know, dear, our hearts are still the same.We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear,The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear.We are growing old together, together may we die—Together may our spirits soar to our home beyond the sky;For we loved as few can love, dear, when life’s flowery paths we ranged,And though we’ve wander’d long here, our hearts have never changed.We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear,The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear.
We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear,The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear;Some friends we loved are in their graves, and many are estranged,But in sunshine or in shadow, our hearts are never changed.We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear,The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear.We are growing old together, the ivy and the treeA fitting emblem is dear, of the love ’twixt you and me;To be worthy of each other in the past was all our aim,And ’tis pleasant now to know, dear, our hearts are still the same.We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear,The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear.We are growing old together, together may we die—Together may our spirits soar to our home beyond the sky;For we loved as few can love, dear, when life’s flowery paths we ranged,And though we’ve wander’d long here, our hearts have never changed.We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear,The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear.
We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear,The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear;Some friends we loved are in their graves, and many are estranged,But in sunshine or in shadow, our hearts are never changed.We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear,The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear.
We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear,
The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear;
Some friends we loved are in their graves, and many are estranged,
But in sunshine or in shadow, our hearts are never changed.
We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear,
The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear.
We are growing old together, the ivy and the treeA fitting emblem is dear, of the love ’twixt you and me;To be worthy of each other in the past was all our aim,And ’tis pleasant now to know, dear, our hearts are still the same.We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear,The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear.
We are growing old together, the ivy and the tree
A fitting emblem is dear, of the love ’twixt you and me;
To be worthy of each other in the past was all our aim,
And ’tis pleasant now to know, dear, our hearts are still the same.
We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear,
The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear.
We are growing old together, together may we die—Together may our spirits soar to our home beyond the sky;For we loved as few can love, dear, when life’s flowery paths we ranged,And though we’ve wander’d long here, our hearts have never changed.We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear,The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear.
We are growing old together, together may we die—
Together may our spirits soar to our home beyond the sky;
For we loved as few can love, dear, when life’s flowery paths we ranged,
And though we’ve wander’d long here, our hearts have never changed.
We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear,
The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear.