QHIB feGGl|miUail. 
Words by ARTHUR FRENCH. 
Con Espressione. 
Music by CHARLES D. BLAKE 
to - geth - er we grow old, 
our fa - ces too, grow old, 
der witfi the bliss - ful hope, 
1. While the sil - Ter tints the gold, 
2. Yes, our locks may lose their gold, 
3. Let us down life’s sun - uy slope, 
I will lin-ger ey - er near, 
But our hearts will he the same, 
That when shadows round us creep, 
when first my praise you sung, 
hy side, thro’ storm and strife 
shall meet just o - ver there, 
Speak - ing words of hope and cheer 
Naught can dim love’s ho - ly flame. 
And we lay us down to sleep, 
lor to me you seem as young, 
We have journey’d on in life 
Sleep to know no pain or care, 
Chorus 
A Ritardrmdo. 
While the sil-ver tints the 
As the day I took your name. 
Seek we now an - oth - er land. 
Where our fa - ces ne’er grow old. 
I love you just the same, 
to- geth - er, hand in hand, 
the shin-ing gates of gold, 
While the 
liitardando. 
!he day I took your name, 
same. 
By permission of Wm. A Pond. <£■ Co. 
