Photographs of long ago   The colors fade, the wrinkles show   I loved you then, I love you still   I guess I always will      Aging hearts and shaking knees   Aching parts still bend with ease   I loved you young and age improves   The love I feel for you      You grow more beautiful   Each passing day   The lines that time withstood   You grow more beautiful   I hate to say, well, I told you so   But I knew you would      Close the light, still the flames   Candles light the empty frames   A photograph can never be   The song you are to me   The song you are to me