Grey is the colour of my true love's hair
her face is now lined yet still so fair
soft her eyes and lovely to see
she's growing old with me
I cannot fathom her hold, her grasp
or why my sweet Lord bestowed
my life with a blessing earned
not, but by prayer, yearned
Grey is the colour of my true love's hair
© 2023-03-01
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