A fitting emblem is dear, of the love ’twixt you and me;
To be worthy of each other in the past was all our aim,
And ’tis pleasant now to know, dear, our hearts are still the same.
We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear,
The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear.
We are growing old together, together may we die—
Together may our spirits soar to our home beyond the sky;
For we loved as few can love, dear, when life’s flowery paths we ranged,
And though we’ve wander’d long here, our hearts have never changed.
We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear,