Mrs. Blanch bought a house for her husband in the summer of '43nThey were both nineteen with their first child non the waynHe was home from war nand bad dreams turned him in his bednShe was there to help him forgetnnWell I hope when we turn gray nWe'll still be in love as they are todaynAnd we'll hold each other's wrinkled handsnnI'll keep you on the edge of your seat nWith a new surprise each daynWhether it's a new song nor a handpicked dandylion nfor a makeshift bouquetnnStand up and I'll tell you I love you nLaugh for all to hearnEveryone can see what it means to be alivennWell I've bee holding out for what seems so long, my dearnBut I know now what it takes for somebody nnWell I hope when we turn gray nWe'll still be in love as they are todaynAnd we'll hold each other's wrinkled handsnnI'll keep you on the edge of your seat nWith a new surprise each daynWhether it's a new song nor a handpicked dandylion nfor a makeshift bouquetnnI'll keep you on the edge of your seat nWith a new surprise each daynWhether it's a new song nor a handpicked dandylion nfor a makeshift bouquetn