My Love

Are the summers getting colder? For winter's chill is in this place, Or is it that we are getting older, You have that winter's look upon your face, My love. Once we had our love to keep us warm, In the open air , under a starry sky, Even through a thunderstorm, When you thought we would die, My love, My love. If we still had our strength and vigour, How we would make the bells chime, Then you had a lovely figure, Do you think we could, just one more time? My love, My love, My love.