Yes, we marched along together, seen fair and stormy days
Since life's journey together we begun
We're old fashioned, we're back numbers--but true love never slumbers;
You are still my best girl of '61.
Yes, we've marched along together, seen fair and stormy weather.
And our trials in life are nearly done,
Your bonnie brow is wrinkled, your hair with gray is sprinkled.
And the roses have vanished, one by one.
Yes, we've marched along together, seen fair and stormy days,
Hand in hand down toward the setting sun;
We never mind the weather, but march along together
Keeping step with my girl of '61.
Since time has dealt us kindly, we'll trust each other blindly,
As we number our blessings o'er and o'er,
For we've seen our children's children, in numbers quite bewildering,
Our treasures, our jewels, evermore.
So we'll march along together, through life's remaining days,
Hand in hand down towards the setting sun;
We'll never mind the weather, but march along together,
Heaven bless thee! old girl of '61.
