When you are old and gray hair.
And full of sleep.
When you are old and unable to walk .
And nodding by the fire,recall your youth.
How many loved your moments of glad grace.
And loved your beauty with love false or true.
But one man loved your pilgrim soul in you.
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
When I'm old and eyebrows lowered.
When I'm old and eyebrows lowered.
The hazy light shining fast.
The Winds blow across,Send your message.
This is a song in my heart.
When I am old,I really hope.
Here is a song, sing for you.