I like the way
that your hair falls away
when the night brings a candle to you
And I like to stare
as you come down the stair
and the light from the landing shines through
And how many fallen leaves
will it take to believe
that autumn has finally come
The weathers grown colder
and we've both grown older
it's hard to believe we're still one
CHORUS
Let's dance that old dance once more,
still move as smooth on that old ballroom floor
I'll wear my Sunday best,
you wear your favourite dress
Lock up the door,
and lets dance that old dance once more
You hung around
keep my feet on the ground
when I acted as proud as a fool
We were kids and we've grown,
we've got kids of our own
Got to raise by the old golden rule
Somehow it seems, some of our dreams
got discarded somewhere on the road
When all that was true
could be found in the blue
of your eyes that still sparkle and glow
CHORUS
The frosting has come
and with a flick of his thumb
turned the windows to renaissance art
As we sit round the fire
with no need to enquire
about the ways of the soul and the heart
Years passed us by
like a soft whispered sigh
not noticing youth as it flew
It's easy to tell
that you wear your age well
not trying to prove you're still you
that your hair falls away
when the night brings a candle to you
And I like to stare
as you come down the stair
and the light from the landing shines through
And how many fallen leaves
will it take to believe
that autumn has finally come
The weathers grown colder
and we've both grown older
it's hard to believe we're still one
CHORUS
Let's dance that old dance once more,
still move as smooth on that old ballroom floor
I'll wear my Sunday best,
you wear your favourite dress
Lock up the door,
and lets dance that old dance once more
You hung around
keep my feet on the ground
when I acted as proud as a fool
We were kids and we've grown,
we've got kids of our own
Got to raise by the old golden rule
Somehow it seems, some of our dreams
got discarded somewhere on the road
When all that was true
could be found in the blue
of your eyes that still sparkle and glow
CHORUS
The frosting has come
and with a flick of his thumb
turned the windows to renaissance art
As we sit round the fire
with no need to enquire
about the ways of the soul and the heart
Years passed us by
like a soft whispered sigh
not noticing youth as it flew
It's easy to tell
that you wear your age well
not trying to prove you're still you