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COMPANION TO “SILVER THREADS AMONG THE GOLD. 
Words by EBEN. E. BEXEORD 
Music by H. P. BANKS 
Andante 
show the sil-ver in your hair, 
ques - tion in your thoughtful eyes 
Whence time has sto-len all the gold, That made your youthlul tresses lair: 
You won - der if I long for May, Be-neath the autumn's fiosty skies. 
But years can nev-er steal a ■ 
Oh, love of mine,be sure of 
The love that never can grow old. 
For me no face could be so fair 
So, what care we for tresses pray 
As this one that I stoop to kiss. 
Since love will always keep its gold. 
Be - neath its crown of sil - ver hair. 
CHORUS 
Your face will bo no fair-er then When sil-ver threads are gold a - gain. 
I tell you with a kiss, If heav’n gives back the youth we mis 
Oh, love, I tell you with a kiss, If heav’n gives hack the youth we miss, Your face will be no fair-er then When sil-ver threads are gold a - gain. 
4 Oh, darling, with your hand in mine, 
We’ll journey all life’s pathway through 
With happy tears your dear eyes shine 
Like sweet blue blossoms in the dew. 
The sorrows of the passing years 
Have made us love each other more.' 
And ev’ry day that disappears, 
I count you dearer than before.— Oho. 
3 Oh, darling, though your step grows slow, 
And time has furrow’d well your brow, 
And all June’s roses hide in snow, 
You never were so dear as now. 
Oh, truest, tend’rest heart of all, 
Lean on me when you weary grow, 
As days, like leaves of autumn fall 
About the feet that falter so.— Oho. 
By permission of Charles W. Harms. 
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