///*****/// [Intro] An old song on a turntable And the carpet rolled away [Verse 1] She was gold when I first saw her At a dance hall in the spring With a yellow cotton dress on And she could not sing a thing And I could not dance a step And we did the both of it badly And her brother said I would not last And I have lasted rather gladly Now there is fifty years behind us And a mortgage burned in June And three kids and one small grave And a thousand ordinary rooms [Pre-Chorus] And they talk about the young ones On the covers of the books But nobody writes a song about The way a lifetime looks [Chorus] There is silver in her hair And I would not trade a strand There is a map of every year we had Written on her hand And she is more to me at seventy Than she ever was at twenty Because I know the whole of her And the whole of her is plenty Oh, the silver in her hair [Verse 2] There was a year we nearly ended Nineteen sixty-eight or nine When the second baby did not come And we could not find the line And I slept out in the workshop And she cried behind the door And neither of us knew the words And so we did not say them for About eleven months of winter Till she came out to the shed And she said we can be strangers Or we can go to bed [Pre-Chorus] And that was all the therapy That either of us had [Chorus] There is silver in her hair And I would not trade a strand There is a map of every year we had Written on her hand And she is more to me at seventy Than she ever was at twenty Because I know the whole of her And the whole of her is plenty Oh, the silver in her hair [Verse 3] Now she forgets the small things And she asks me twice a day And the doctor has a word for it And I do not like to say So I tell her all the stories Like the first time, like it's new And she laughs at the same places And I fall in love on cue And if this is how it ends for us With me telling her our life I will tell it every morning Till there is no more morning light [Pre-Chorus] Because she carried me through cancer And through drinking and through debt And I will carry her through this now And I am not finished yet [Bridge] So put the record on again And roll the carpet back We were terrible at dancing And we never got the knack But we are still out on the floor here And the music has not stopped [Guitar Solo] [Final Chorus] There is silver in her hair And I would not trade a strand There is a map of every year we had Written on her hand And she is more to me this evening Than she ever was that spring Because I know the whole of her And the whole of her is everything Oh, the silver in her hair [Coda] If you get the fifty years Then take the fifty years Take the burning and the boredom And the silence and the tears There is nothing on this earth Half so beautiful and rare As a lifetime in a kitchen And the silver in her hair [Outro] An old song on a turntable And the carpet rolled away And two of them still dancing Badly, to this day
