And you said we would be golden
when we grow old
and you said we'd never be broken
when we grow old

But if a river can dry to dust
I guess the angels we learn to trust
can fly away
Like a mountain can lose it's peak
I now know a heart can change it's needs
quietly

And you said we'd never be parted
when we grow old
and you said I'll see you in heaven
when we grow old

But if a river can dry to dust
I guess the angels we learn to trust
can fly away
Like a mountain can lose it's peak
I now know a heart can change it's needs
quietly

and so goodbye, come tomorrow
goodbye, come tomorrow
goodbye
goodbye
Yeah, goodbye, come tomorrow
goodbye, come tomorrow
goodbye
goodbye

and you said we would be golden
when we grow old