You've got a heart worth more than its weight in gold, And the mind to stay true to a gypsy soul, Hands that I can't help but hold, and you think that I'll still be beautiful when I'm old
I've been wading through waves where the crickets sing when the sky is so dark I can see everything Maybe we're all spinning around a black hole, but I think that you'll still be beautiful when you're old
Love me, love me not Love, we've got Hours and hours and fists full of flowers
Once we planted a garden, but it didn't grow ...not where we wanted 'cause the seeds had blown over the fence into the field, oh - oh do you think it'll still be beautiful when we're old?
Love me, love me not Love, we've got Hours and hours and fists full of flowers
Do you think it'll still be beautiful when we're old? Do you think it'll still be beautiful when we're old? 'Cause I think it'll still be beautiful when we're old.