We have been gay, going our way.

Life has been beautiful.

We have been young.

After you're gone life will go on,

like an old song we have sung.

(Chorus:)

When I grow too old to dream

I'll have you to remember.

When I grow too old to dream

your love will live in my heart.

So, kiss me my sweet,

and so, let us part,

and when I grow too old to dream,

that kiss will live in my heart.

Mmmm

Mmmm

And when I grow too old to dream,

your love will live in my heart.

Oh, your love will live in my heart.