Milly has an old face
She calls it her new face
Milly has an old face
Showing all its years
Remembering the heartaches
Harsh words and remakes
Treasuring the keepsakes
That help to hide the fears
Yes, Milly has an old face
Smiling at the retraced
Memory of an embrace
That was always there
When life was something grown in
Love was sometimes thrown in
But never ever shown in
A place with others near
In old eyes the young girl dances
Takes her chances
While she may
And in old eyes
The young man watches
As time notches one more day
And Billy has an old face
Moving at an old pace
Not afraid of disgrace
Bringing up the rear
Taking time for musing
Not afraid of losing
Happy in his choosing
To be a mutineer
Yes, Billy has an old face
Living in an old place
Searching for the misplaced
Memories very dear
Telling all the tall tales
Storm wind and sea gales
Lost oars and torn sails
Till the glass said clear
In the mirror there's an old face
Waiting for the young face
In the mirror there's an old face
Showing all its years
We'll remember our heartaches
Harsh words and remakes
We'll treasure the keepsakes
That help to hide our fears
When we're an old, old face
With lines like the finest lace
Folded in times embrace
Proud of our old, old face
When we're an old, old face
With lines like the finest lace
Folded in time's embrace
Proud of our old, old face