DREAMING OF DAYS THAT ARE PAST AND GONE.
Copyright, 1995, by Jos. Thome.
Written and Composed by Frank Addis Kent.
Come, sit by me, darling, mine so long;
Gray is your hair, dear, once shining gold;
Yes, you are a grandma, old are we,
But lovers still, as in the days old;
Old sweethearts we, hearts young and free;
Age cannot steal love that we feel; blessed are we;
Although I am sixty, you're fifty-two,
I'm still your lover, darling, all life through.
Refrain.
Dreaming of days when our lives were young,
Dreaming of all the sweet songs we've sung,
Living for aye in a love life-long,
Dreaming of days that are past and gone.
Come, sing me the old songs, good and true;
Sweet, precious music, tunes of our youth.
We'll live in the old days, love's still young;
Grandma and grandpa but sweethearts in truth;
Old sweethearts we, hearts young and free;
Age cannot steal love that we feel; blessed are we;
Thus sailing together down life's fair stream.
Until our boat shall touch where heaven shall beam- Refrain.