There's a still and peaceful
Way about the old
Way about the old
It makes me feel I'm looking forward
To when I am coming home
When I am coming home
Some days when the soft dim lights we'll have inside
Will make us prettier to know
I'll have hair of silver and a heart of gold
With the man I love I'm growing old
There's a still and peaceful
Way about the old
Way about the old
It makes me feel I'm looking forward
To when I am coming home
When I am coming home
Some days when the soft dim lights we'll have inside
Will make us prettier to know
I'll have hair of silver and a heart of gold
With the man I love I'm growing old
