I'll still be loving you.

When your hair has turned to winter and your teeth are in a plate, when your getter up and go, has gone to stop and wait-

I'll still be loving you.

When your attributes have shifted beyond the bounds of grace, I'll count your many blessings, not the wrinkles in your face-

I'll still be loving you.

When the crackle in your voice matches that within your knee and the times are getting frequent that you don't remember me-

I'll still be loving you.

Growing old is not a sin, it's something we all do.

I hope you'll always understand

- I'll still be loving you.

Writer: C. David Hay