we are young still, ambitious, free,
but i want to grow old with you.
my hair may start graying,
fair looks, they'll begin fading,
but grant me just a simple wish.
stay around, keep me close.
because that is what i want the most.
we can run circles around all our friends,
but i want to stroll in the afternoon.
we, my dear, have forever to spend.
so why rush along, surpassing the view?
promise me the gift of your company,
guaranteed i'll receive it most willingly.
because it is what i cherish so dearly.