On an old far house veranda there sat Silas and Marinda dreamin' of the days gone by

He said deary don't be weary you're always bright and cheery

Now a tear did dim your eye

She said they're not tears of sadness Silas they are tears of gladness

It was fifty years ago the day we wed

Then the old man's dim eyes brighten and his old heart it lighten

As he turned to her and said

Put on your old grey bonnet with all the blue ribbons on it

While I hitch all dovin' to the shade

Through those fields of clover you'll ride up to Dover on our golden wedding day

Put on your old grey bonnet...

Put on your old grey bonnet...

On our golden wedding day