when our days of youth have passed us by all the kids and grand kids began to fly once again it will be you and me sitting barefoot beneath the shade of a summer tree and well laugh at our wrinkly toes our gray hair and my crooked nose youll look at me and i will look to you and well make tea for two and in the winter when its gray and cold youll tell me stories as the day unfolds and in the evenings i will sing to you and well make tea for two na na na na na na na na na na when our sheer good looks begin to fade wrinkled eyes fake teeth are here to stay everyone around will think were old but to me youll always be the one i love with all of my soul and well take walks along the persian rug well cuddle closely really warm and snung youll look at me and i will look to you and well make tea for two and in the winter when its gray and cold youll tell me stories as the day unfolds and in the evenings i will sing to you and well make tea for two na na na na na na na na na n