This was the only old, aged one I knew:


An old, aged couple were seated
Alone by their own fireside,
Their thoughts wandered back to their wedding
As a happy young groom and his bride.

And now they were aged and wrinkled
On her finger the same wedding ring,
They were fond of each other as ever
With his arm 'round her waist while he sings:

CHORUS: You gave me your love and took my name.
For forty years of married life, our hearts remain the same
We've struggled hard together, through sunshine and through strife.
Through sunshine and rain, we remain the same.
I love you, my darling wife.

The years they rolled on 'til one evening
As the golden sun sank in the West,
The old man lost his wife and companion
The one in the world he loved best.

In the old village churchyard they laid her
And fresh flowers he brings every spring,
There is one vacant chair at the fireside
But the old man continues to sing: CHORUS