When we are old
We'll dream of the look
We once gave, we still give
We still love all we have
When you are old
And soft with sleep
Drifting off by the fire
And your hair's full of gray
Full of life, and I can say
That I love you so dear
And I know all these years
Have gone by too fast for me
And how many moments can we count
And how many moments can we count
When we were young
We were afraid
To say what we meant
What we felt, what we hoped
Would become something new
Something beautiful to me and you
And I can say
That I love you so dear
And I know all these years
Have gone by too fast for me
And how many moments can we count
And how many moments can we count
And how many moments can we count