When our love shall have grown old,
With grey hair in its memories,

 When times would have passed by,
When years would have turned into decades,

When the streets would not longer be
What they used to be,

 When the sun would no longer look like
The day we were just twenty,

 When we would have shared
Every single memory of ourselves,

 When we would have nothing to talk about,
But just be there and be ourselves,

 I have thought what I would do ?
I would sit in my lawn with you,

Hold your hands,
And say,
Thank you.