When we get older, hair turning white,
Many years from now
Will we still he going to events and feasts
Hunting quests for mythical beasts?
Watching a tourney, sitting at court-
Wake me if 1 snore ...
Will 1 still sing love ballads to you in AS 64?

Sweetest romance that never will fade
Though our hair he grey
Will we still he dancing the pavane and bransle
strip-the-willow, hole-in-the-wall?
Pass me an orange, take out a clove,
Kiss me like before..
Will 1 still sing lov; ballads to you in AS 64?

We could sit by roaring fires Romebrew in our cups
We could tell the grandchildren tales of when the kings were pups!
Unfurl the 'banner, sleep in our tent,
down at Pennsic War
Beautiful as ever " sweet lady love Fit together hand in a glove
Treasuring memories when we were young who could ask for more ...
yes, I'll still wing love ballads to you in AS 64!