WHEN YOU ARE OLD
AND TIRED AND GRAY
AND WEAR YOUR
OVERCOAT
ON SUNNY DAYS
WHEN YOUR
BRAVE TALES
HAVE ALL BEEN TOLD
I'LL ASK FOR THEM
WHEN YOU ARE OLD
WHEN YOU ARE OLD
AND FULL OF SLEEP
AND DEATH NO LONGER
MAKES YOU WEEP
WHEN YOUR BODY
ACHES WITH COLD
I'LL WARM YOUR HEART
WHEN YOU ARE OLD
YOU'LL STILL BE
THE SAME TO ME
A COMFORT
AND A MYSTERY
AND I WILL BE OLD TOO
YOU SEE
I'LL NEED SOMEONE
TO COMFORT ME
WHEN YOU ARE OLD
AND PALE AND GAUNT
AND A GENTLE HAND
IS ALL YOU WANT
I WILL GIVE YOU
MINE TO HOLD
I'LL BE HERE
WHEN YOU ARE OLD
OH I WILL GIVE YOU
MINE TO HOLD
I'LL BE HERE
WHEN YOU ARE OLD