I met up with an old friend who asked me in to dine,
And meet his agéd mother to talk and pass the time;
In her eyes a hue still sparkled though her hair had long turned grey,
With a voice so soft and gentle, these words to me did say.
I have lived a good life, I'm happy though I'm old,
You never turn the pages back in life's great storybook;
And though my hair is silver now, and my step is slow,
I thank my God that He should let me live till I am old.
He longed to slow the hands of time and hold back on the years,
To change all frowns to laughter and dry up all our tears;
But these are just the bad seeds of the mortals that we are,
For they're a part of living, I'm so happy I could care.
I'm satisfied I cannot change one minute of the past,
I'm thankful that I had the time to make the memories last;
And though my hair is silver now, and my step is slow,
I thank my God that He has let me live till I am old.
I have lived a good life, I'm happy though I'm old,
You never turn the pages back in life's great storybook;
And though my hair is silver now, and my step is slow,
I thank my God that He has let me live till I am old.
I thank my God that He has let me live till I am old.