I remember well that Summer's day;
When Life was warm and passionate;
Before Age took my youth away;
And the days grew cold the hour late.
And I grew fat and my hair grew thin;
And I saw less as my vision dimmed.
But still I see that smiling bride;
She never changed despite the years;
Though old she kept her youth inside;
That kept me strong despite my fears.
And she's the one I'll always see;
No matter what the truth might be.