CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Grow Old Along With Me
Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in His hand
Who saith "A whole I planned
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!"
Not that, ama**ing flowers
Youth sighed "Which rose make ours
Which lily leave and then as best recall?"
Not that, admiring stars
It yearned "Nor Jove, nor Mars;
Mine be some figured flame which blends, transcends them all!"
Not for such hopes and fears
Annulling youth's brief years
Do I remonstrate: folly wide the mark!
Rathеr I prize the doubt
Low kinds exist without
Finishеd and finite clods, untroubled by a spark
The best is yet to be
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in His hand
Who saith "A whole I planned
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!"
Not that, ama**ing flowers
Youth sighed "Which rose make ours
Which lily leave and then as best recall?"
Not that, admiring stars
It yearned "Nor Jove, nor Mars;
Mine be some figured flame which blends, transcends them all!"
Not for such hopes and fears
Annulling youth's brief years
Do I remonstrate: folly wide the mark!
Rathеr I prize the doubt
Low kinds exist without
Finishеd and finite clods, untroubled by a spark
