Waiting for the Autumn Leaves to Turn Golden

When the autumn leaves finally turn golden, when our hair quietly turns gray, we'll meet at our old place;

When we're no longer rushing through life, when our hearts are no longer so reckless, we'll meet at our old place;

When only the finest memories remain, when our smiles no longer hide a thing, we'll meet at our old place;

When we've let go of all our sorrow, when we've come to accept life's uncertainty, we'll meet at our old place.