WILL YOU
LOVE ME
WHEN I'M OLD?
I would ask of you, my darling,
A question soft and low;
That gives me many a heartache,
As the moments come and go.
Your love I know is truthful,
But the truest love grows cold;
It is this that I would ask you -
Will you love me when I'm old? Repeat.
Chorus. - Life's morn will soon be waning,
And its ev'ning bells be toll'd;
But 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.
To-day our sky is cloudless,
But the night may clouds unfold;
And its storms may gather round us,
Will you love me when I'm old? Repeat.
Chorus. - Life's morn will soon be waning, &c.
When my hair shall shame the snowdrift,
And mine eye shall dimmer grow;
I would lean upon some loved one;
In the valley as I go.
I would claim of you a promise,
Worth to me a world of gold;
It is only this, my darling -
That you'll love me when I'm old? Repeat.
Chorus. - Life's morn will soon be waning, &c.
W. J. Schmidt, Standard Song Publisher,
165 Saratoga Street, Baltimore.
