Rosemonde Gérard - The Eternal Song

The Eternal Song

Rosemonde Gérard

When you and I are old

When my fair hair turn grey

In the month of May when the garden is drenched with sun,

we shall go and warm our old trembling limbs

It is true.

We shall be old, very old, weakened by age 

But I shall hold your hand more tightly 

Because, you see, each day I love you more

Today, more than yesterday and far less than tomorrow.