Grandma is seventy-four
Grandpa is eighty or more
Through all sorts of weather
Those dear souls grew old together
Oft-times like children at play
I hear grandpa say:
Wasn't it yesterday
When I first met you?
Wasn't it yesterday
When you became my bride?
I drove to town in a hack
And brought the minister back
To your father's rickety shack
Where the knot was tied
It seems but yesterday
And now we're old and gray
When you're in love
How the time does fly!