Gray Hair Crown Songtext
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Look at me now
Silver in my temples
Sixty years of living on this face
Some folks see an old man in the mirror
I see every storm
I survived with grace
Young man, slow down
You miss it all
Look at me now
Silver in my temples
Sixty years of living on this face
Some folks see an old man in the mirror
I see every storm
I survived with grace
Young man, slow down
You miss it all
Every line, every scar tells you how to stand tall
Every gray hair has a story
Every wrinkle holds a memory
The older I get, the more I understand love
Every gray hair
Is a crown of glory
Oh, you're fifty, sixty, seventy years old
You are not old
You are seasoned
You are gold
Every gray hair has a story
Every wrinkle holds a memory
The older I get, the more I understand love
Every gray hair
Is a crown of glory
Oh, you're fifty, sixty, seventy years old
You are not old
You are seasoned
You are gold
