Silver Threads Among the Gold

Transcript

Yes, ma'am. Life is fading fast away. But my darling here will be, will be Always young and fair to me.

Yes, my darling here will be Always young and fair to me. Darling I am growing, growing old See the thread among the gold Shines upon my brow till death Life is fading fast away. When your hair is still more white And your cheeks no longer bright With the roses of affair I will kiss your lips and say Oh my darling mine alone For love you have never undergrown Yes, my darling mine alone For love you have never undergrown Darling I am growing,

growing old See the thread among the gold Shines upon my brow till death Life is fading fast away.

Transcribed by AI from the recording above. These are noisy hundred-year-old cylinders, so expect misheard words and the occasional invented line — trust your ears over the text.