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