The flowers have all dried now,
And the stepping stones worn thin,
Still I love you so much
I don’t know where to begin.

You ask me if I’ll love you
When we are old and grey,
I smile and I kiss you
’cause there’s nothing more to say.

There’s an 80 year old lady
Who lives right next door,
And she dances the tango,
On the living room floor.
Her partner is long gone,
But her smile says not so,
That the music plays on,
Sweet and soft and slow.