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.
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