On an old far house veranda there sat Silas and Marinda dreamin' of the days gone by   He said deary don't be weary you're always bright and cheery   Now a tear did dim your eye   She said they're not tears of sadness Silas they are tears of gladness   It was fifty years ago the day we wed   Then the old man's dim eyes brighten and his old heart it lighten   As he turned to her and said   Put on your old grey bonnet with all the blue ribbons on it   While I hitch all dovin' to the shade   Through those fields of clover you'll ride up to Dover on our golden wedding day   Put on your old grey bonnet...   Put on your old grey bonnet...   On our golden wedding day