Now, in the summer of life, sweetheart
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You say you love but me
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Gladly I give all my heart to you
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Throbbing with ecstasy
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But last night I saw, while a-dreaming, The future old and gray,
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And I wondered if you'll love me then, dear
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Just as you do today?
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Will you love me in December as you do in May?
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Will you love me in the good old-fashioned way?
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When my hair has all turned gray,
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Will you kiss me then and say,
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That you love me in December as you do in May?
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You say the glow on my cheek, sweetheart
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Is like the rose so sweet
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But when the bloom of fair youth has flown
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Then will our lips still meet?
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When life's setting sun fades away, dear,
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And all is said and done,
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Will you arms still entwine and caress me?
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Will our hearts beat as one?
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Will you love me in December as you do in May?
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Will you love me in the good old-fashioned way?
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When my hair has all turned gray,
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Will you kiss me then and say,
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That you love me in December as you do in May?
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Will You Love Me In December As You Do In May
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| They Might Be Giants |
