When you are old and tired and gray   Wear you overcoat on sunny days   When your brave tales have all been told   I'll ask for them when you are old      When you are old and full of sleep   And death no longer makes you weep   When your body aches with cold   I'll warm your heart when you are old      You'll still be the same to me   A comfort and a mystery   And I will be able to see   I'll need someone to comfort me      When you are old and pale and gone   A gentle hand is all you want   I will give you mine to hold   And I'll be here when you are old      Yes, I will give you mine to hold   And I'll be here when you are old