Every Gray Hair Lyrics

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)
Every gray hair is a crown of glory
Mm-mm

If you're fifty, sixty, seventy years old
You are not old
You are seasoned
You are gold