I am wondering what life might hold
How it might try to unfold
Where will you be in twenty years
Will it be smiles or will it be sad tears
I just don't know
Let's all meet up when we're all fifty
Won't it be strange to see how we've grown old
Things to be told
And we will be filled with joy
And we will be overweight
And we'll be the Real McCoy
And I will be holding hands
With the love of my life
You'll probably be rich and famous
And I'll be nobody at all
You'll be brave and quite outrageous
Will I still be here living on my own?
I just don't know
Let's all meet up when we're all fifty
Won't it be strange to see how we've grown old
Things to be told
And we will be filled with joy
And we will be overweight
And we'll be the Real McCoy
And I will be holding hands
With the love of my life
If dreams they do come true
Then I will still be with you
If dreams they do come true
Then I will still be with you
Let's all meet up when we're all fifty
Won't it be strange to see how we've grown old
Things to be told
And we will be filled with joy
And we will be overweight
And we'll be the Real McCoy
And I will be holding hands
With the love of my life
And we will be filled with joy
And we will be overweight
And we'll be the Real McCoy
And I will be holding hands
With the love of my life