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OHie Staomimnion, 
COMPANION TO “SILVER THREADS AMONG THE GOLD. 
Words by GEO. COOPER, 
Music by H. P. DANES 
1. Yes, my love, we’re grow-ing old, 
2. Days may come, and days may go, 
3. Down the hill of life we’ll stray, 
Sil - vtr threads a - mong (he 
But our hearts will fond - ly 
Soon will come the part - ing 
Andante con moto. 
Shine up - on our brows to - day, 
For the past we’ye no re - gret, 
O’er the riv - er dark and lone, 
has lost its bloom - ing May! 
the hour when first we met; 
shall meet a - gain, my own! 
Still your eyes so fond - ly 
Lay your hand in mine once 
Still we jour- ney hand - in - 
What tho’ dark the days may be. 
Still your words are mel - o - dy. 
In your eves my heav’n I see 
are always young to me. 
are always young to me. 
are always young to me. 
Time flows on-ward like a dream! 
Eve - ry dream of youth re - store! 
To the brighter, bet - ter land; 
beam 
more 
hand. 
CHORUS 
ver threads a-mong the gold, 
old, we’re grow-ing, grow-ing old, Sil - ver threads a - mong 
In our fad-ing locks we 
ways young 
locks we 
our 
see, But you’re al - ways young 
Copyright, 1874, by Charles W. Flams. 
