Smokie

When my hair is turning grey
And my mind has gone astray
Will you think about today
and will you love me
when I'm tired of being told
that I am looking old
will me feeling all turn cold
Or will you love me
Will you love me, love me, hold me
love me,
will you love me when I get old
Will you love me
when I'm feeling full of grief
'Cos I'm losing all my teeth