Classic Poem

It's a grand thing when you're old, love,
To have someone care for you,
Someone to make you happy,
Someone to love you, too.

It makes life bright and gay, love,
When you think of the summer flowers
That you used to nourish in childhood,
In the spring of youth's hours

But oh, it's spring to me, love,
When I look at your earnest gaze
And see the rosy sunbeams
Upon your smiling face.

I would always be gay and happy, love,
If I had you at my side,
It makes me revere the moment, love,
When I became your happy bride.

But we are growing old, love,
Our sun of life will soon set,
But as long as we are here, love,
We will bless the day we met.

So when toil and care are o'er, love,
And time with us will cease,
We will join that happy host, love,
Where all is joy and peace.