My eyes are getting weaker my steps are getting slow
And the gray in my hair is beginning to show
My life has been rich though I've always been poor
Our youth passed so quickly where did our young years go

There's something between us so few understand
You made me your king though I'm a plain working man
Our home and our babies have left our love aglow
But where oh where did our young years go

Your face may be wrinkled your dress may be worn
But your lips are still tender thrilling and warm
Each day of life our love seems to grow
But where oh where did our young years go