Writer(s): Gordon Jenkins
How old am I? I’m old enough to know
The difference between infatuation and love that has a chance to grow.
How old am I? I’m not too old to hear the sweet ring of truth and understanding.
When the world I love you reach my ears,
Don’t mind these lines beneath my heart,
They’re well earned souvenirs of a thousand nights
Of laughter and occasional tears.
And I hope you won’t be jealous of the silver in my hair,
It took many lover’s quarrels to put it there.
How old am I? You kiss me and I’m young,
Love’s a road never traveled, life’s a song I’ve never sung,
If I make you happy today, I’m the perfect age,
As for tomorrow, turn the page.