| Em | |
| y | ou |
| A7 | And | |
| like to | stare as you come down the stair and the light from the |
| D | |
| landing shines t | hru |
| D And how many |
| leaves will it take to believe that autumn has finally |
| Em | |
| c | ome |
| A7 The |
| grown colder and we've both grown older it's hard to believe |
| D | |
| we're still on | e |
| CHORUS |
| G | F#m | Em | |
| Let's dance that | old dance once more, | still move as smooth on that |
| F#m | F#m7 | |
| o | ld ballroom f | loor |
| G | F#m | |
| I'll wear my Sunday best, | you wear your favourite dress |
| Em | A7 | D | |
| Lock up the door, an | d lets dance that old dance once m | ore |
| You hung around |
| my feet on the ground when I acted as proud as a fool |
| We were kids and we've grown, we've got kids of our own Got to raise by the old golden rule |
| Somehow it seems, some of our dreams got discarded somewhere on the road |
| When all that was true could be found in the blue of your eyes that still sparkle and glow |
| CHORUS . |
| The frosting has come and with a flick of his thumb turned the windows to renaissance art |
| As we sit round the fire with no need to enquire about the ways of the soul and the heart |
| Years passed us by like a soft whispered sigh not noticing youth as it flew |
| It's easy to tell that you wear your age well not trying to prove you're still you |
| Chorus 2xish and fade |