Darling I am growing old
Silver threads among the gold
Shine upon my jowl* today
Life is fading fast away
Little Monkey attacks life head on with a vengeance. Always full of energy and mischief, it is hard to remember, sometimes, that the young one I adopted at eighteen months, is now over nine years.
These silver hairs, on her once jet black muzzle, remind me.
And my silver hairs, you ask? (Not that I have any!) That’s why hair dye was invented . . . you’ll never know!!
post script: The words are taken from an old song (with the word brow changed to jowl) in an old music book, that originally cost three shillings. There is no credit given to the lyricist or composer, so I was just going to leave it there, then thought, what else is google for, if not this?
So, the words are by Eben E. Rexford and the music by Hart Pease Danks, copyrighted in 1873. For more info you could try Silver Threads Among The Gold
Now, wasn’t that worth it to find those marvellous names?
And if you want to hear it sung, I quite like Foster and Allen’s version.