Age has stolen all of your grace
And left you with wrinkles on your face.
But your heart remains bigger than ever before.
And each day that passes I love you more.
Time is passing, you're becoming old.
With so many stories still untold.
Your dreams of youth are scattered in the wind.
Tell me more tales, enchant me once again.
Scatter the stones of yesterdays past.
Make the visions come alive, that's all I ask.
I want to laugh and cry with you.
And share your feelings so genuine and true.