ham jab hoge saath saal ke, aur tum hogi pachpan ki
bolo prit nibhaaogi na, tab bhi apne bachpan ki
kya kya kya kya
ham jab hoge saath saal ke, aur tum hogi pachpan ki
bolo prit nibhaaogi na, tab bhi apne bachpan ki
ham jab hoge saath saal ke, aur tum hogi pachpan ki
bolo prit nibhaaogi na, tab bhi apne bachpan ki
tum jab hoge saath saal ke, aur mai hungi pachpan ki
prit ki jyot jalaaugi mai, tab bhi apne bachpan ki

ha, baaho ka sahaara ho jab, lakadi kyun ham tekenge
aankh bhale dhundhali ho jaaye, dil ki nazar se dekhenge
baaho ka sahaara ho jab, lakadi kyun ham tekenge
aankh bhale dhundhali ho jaaye, dil ki nazar se dekhenge
aankho me tum yuhi dekhana
aankho me tum yuhi dekhana, kya hai zarurat darapan ki
bolo prit nibhaaogi na, tab bhi apne bachpan ki
tum jab hoge saath saal ke, aur mai hungi pachpan ki
prit ki jyot jalaaugi mai, tab bhi apne bachpan ki

rup ki ye mastaani dhun, ek din to dhal jaayegi
aur qismat bhi chehare pe, samay ka rang mal jaayegi
rup ki ye mastaani dhun, ek din to dhal jaayegi
aur qismat bhi chehare pe, samay ka rang mal jaayegi
tum tab kahi badal na jaana
tum tab kahi badal na jaana, qasam tumhe is dhadakan ki
bolo prit nibhaaoge na, tab bhi apane bachpan ki

ha, thandi me tum sweater buona, ham lakadi chun laayege
bachcho ke sang bachche ban kar, ham dono tutalaayege
thandi me tum sweater buona, ham lakadi chun laayege
bachcho ke sang bachche ban kar, ham dono tutalaayege
milajul kar ham saath rahenge
milajul kar ham saath rahenge, baat na hogi anaban ki
bolo prit nibhaaogi na, tab bhi apne bachpan ki
tum jab hoge saath saal ke, aur mai hungi pachpan ki
prit ki jyot jalaaugi mai, tab bhi apne bachpan ki
ham jab hoge saath saal ke, aur tum hogi pachpan ki
bolo prit nibhaaogi na, tab bhi apne bachpan ki

When sixty years have etched their lines on me, and fifty-five adorn your face,
Will you still keep the love we knew, that bloomed in childhood's grace?
What, what, what, what?
When sixty years have etched their lines on me, and fifty-five adorn your face,
Will you still keep the love we knew, that bloomed in childhood's grace?
When sixty years have etched their lines on me, and fifty-five adorn your face,
Will you still keep the love we knew, that bloomed in childhood's grace?
When sixty years grace you, and I, at fifty-five, shall stand,
I'll keep the flame of love alight, as in our childhood land.

When arms embrace, a sturdy staff we'll leave behind,
Though vision dims, the heart's own sight, our truest guide we'll find.
When arms embrace, a sturdy staff we'll leave behind,
Though vision dims, the heart's own sight, our truest guide we'll find.
In your eyes, I'll forever gaze.
In your eyes, I'll forever gaze, what need have we for glass?
Will you still keep the love we knew, that bloomed in childhood's grace?
When sixty years grace you, and I, at fifty-five, shall stand,
I'll keep the flame of love alight, as in our childhood land.

This captivating dance of form, will fade with passing days,
And fate, with time's own brush, will paint upon our face's haze.
This captivating dance of form, will fade with passing days,
And fate, with time's own brush, will paint upon our face's haze.
But never, then, your heart will stray.
But never, then, your heart will stray, I swear by every beat within!
Will you still keep the love we knew, that bloomed in childhood's grace?

In winter's chill, you'll knit a shawl, while I gather wood's warm fire,
With children's laughter, we'll become, young again, with shared desire.
In winter's chill, you'll knit a shawl, while I gather wood's warm fire,
With children's laughter, we'll become, young again, with shared desire.
Together, we shall live as one.
Together, we shall live as one, no discord shall arise.
Will you still keep the love we knew, that bloomed in childhood's grace?
When sixty years have etched their lines on me, and fifty-five adorn your face,
I'll keep the flame of love alight, as in our childhood land.
When sixty years have etched their lines on me, and fifty-five adorn your face,
Will you still keep the love we knew, that bloomed in childhood's grace?