Lyrics: When I Grow Too Old to Dream Album: All for You Artist: Diana Krall   When I grow too old to dream, I will have you to remember. When I grow too old to dream, your love will live…

Lyrics: Flow Gently Sweet Afton Album: When I Grow Too Old To Dream Artist: John Mcdermott   Flow gently sweet afton : to barbara mcpherson Flow gently sweet afton among the green braes Flow gently i’ll sing thee a song…

Lyrics: Barbara Allan Album: When I Grow Too Old To Dream Artist: John Mcdermott   Barbara allan to bill and anne mulloy of calgary, alberta It was in and about the martinmas time When the green leaves were a fallin’…

Lyrics: My Ain Folk Album: When I Grow Too Old To Dream Artist: John Mcdermott   Far frae my hame i wander but still my thoughts return To my ain folk over yonder in the sheiling by the burn I…

Lyrics: Wild Mountain Thyme Album: When I Grow Too Old To Dream Artist: John Mcdermott   Wild mountain thyme : to the mcpeake family of belfast Oh the summer time is coming And the trees are sweetly bloomin’ And the…

Lyrics: Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms Album: When I Grow Too Old To Dream Artist: John Mcdermott   Believe me if all those endearing young charms : to my mother Beleive me if all those endearing young…

Lyrics: The Lark In The Clear Air Album: When I Grow Too Old To Dream Artist: John Mcdermott   The lark in the clear air : to my sister margaret Dear thoughts are in my mind And my soul soars…

Lyrics: The Spanish Lady Album: When I Grow Too Old To Dream Artist: John Mcdermott   The spanish lady : to ming and family As i went down through dublin city At the hour of twelve at night Who should…

Lyrics: Kathleen Album: When I Grow Too Old To Dream Artist: John Mcdermott   Kathleen : to pan and terry Blown like a leaf on a warm summer breeze A vision approached me as cool as you please With her…

Lyrics: Bluebells Of Scotland Album: When I Grow Too Old To Dream Artist: John Mcdermott   Bluebells of scotland : to nat the cat, minnie and alec O where tell me where has your heelin’ laddie gone? O where tell…