This is a changing world, my dear, New songs are sung—new stars appear, Though we grow older year by year Our hearts can still be gay. Young love at best is a passing phase, Charming and foolish and blind, There may be happier, wiser days When youth is far behind. Where are the snows of yesteryear When Winter's done and Spring is near? No regrets are worth a tear, We're living in a changing world, my dear.
The world was young So many, many years ago, The passage of time must show Some traces of change, Love songs once sung, Much laughter, many tears Have echoed down the years, The past is old and strange.
This is a changing world, my dear, New dreams are dreamed, New dawns appear, Passion's a feckless cavalier Who loves and rides away, Time will persuade you laugh at grief Time is your tenderest friend, Life may be lonely and joy be brief, But everything must end. Love is a charming souvenir, When days is done and night draws near No regrets are worth a tear We're living in a changing world, my dear.