THE  OLD  TOILER’S  MESSAGE
Air:  “Silver  Threads  Among  the  Gold.” 

“Darling,  I  am  growing  old” — 
So  the  toiler  told  his  wife — 
Father  Time  the  days  have  tolled 
Of  my  usefulness  in  life. 
Just  tonight  my  master  told  me 
He  can’t  use  me  anymore. 
Oh,  my  darling,  do  not  scold  me. 
When  the  wolf  comes  to  our  door.” 

Chorus— 
To  the  scrap  heap  we  are  going 
When  we’re  overworked  and  old — 
When  our  weary  heads  are  showing 
Silver  threads  among  the  gold.