When you are old and tired and gray 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 able to see I'll need someone to comfort me
When you are old and pale and gone A gentle hand is all you want I will give you mine to hold And I'll be here when you are old Yes I will give you mine to hold And I'll be here when you are old
