Hand in hand walking slowly on our way
I promise to kiss you still all the day
And slower still will our lips be when they meet
Holding that tender place till it warms your feet
When we are old and gray
I will hold you as in our younger day
I will sweep you time and time again
And the burning in me for you will never end
When we are old and gray
You are delight in my day
Filling my brittle body with butterflies so tender
Moving in, your face in hand, dining in your sweet surrender
