Will you love me when I am old, and my pockets have yet turned to gold?
Will you love me like you do today, when my hair starts fading to grey?
Will you see me the same?
Will you love me?
I swear my ship was sinking, as I was heading deep into the blue
In all the chaos, I was drowning
Until the day that I met you
And I was happy
The bad times, they are leaving
And the good times are coming very soon
The bad times, they are leaving
And the good times are coming very soon
Before I go
Will you remember me when I fly?
Will you forget about me the day after I die?
Will you long to see me again?
Will you think of me when sunshine warms your skin?
When you're driving 'round that bend, where I met you way back then?
And we were happy
The bad times, they are leaving
And the good times are coming very soon
The bad times, they are leaving
And the good times are coming very soon
(Mmm, mmm, mmm)
Before I go
Before I go, before I go, before I go