Tribune Chronicle / R. Michael Semple Tony Bennett performs before a Mother's Day audience Sunday evening at Packard Music Hall in Warren.

WARREN — Maybe the Mahoning River, which flows behind Packard Music Hall, is connected to the Fountain of Youth.

Buddy Guy was 79 when he played there in 2015. His fingers moved up and down the neck of his electric guitar at a speed that would be the envy of someone a quarter his age, and he displayed his guitar prowess while walking up and down the aisles of the music hall.

Frankie Valli was 82 when he played there in 2016, and he seemed to be able to hit those Four Seasons’ high notes with little accommodation to his age.

Those guys are pups compared to Tony Bennett, who still is on the road at age 92. And he proved Sunday that 70 years after impressing Bob Hope in a Greenwich Village club in 1949, he still can wow an audience with his voice.

Bennett may be better equipped than many of his peers to keep the music playing. He wasn’t one of those singers who overwhelmed the song with multi-octave runs and show-off moves.

If “The Voice” existed in the 1950s, those chairs probably wouldn’t have spun around for him.

He’s a musical storyteller, an interpreter with a conversational style that hones in on the essence of the lyric. He’s so conversational at times that, more than once, he started what I thought was between-song patter and instead it was the first line of the next song.

His phrasing is impeccable. There were a few rough notes here and there, but far more moments when Bennett displayed an ability to hold a note and control his breath that would be impressive for a singer at any age. Frankly, if I just stand for 70 minutes like Bennett at age 92 — forget singing — I’ll be a happy man.

The evening started right at 7:30 p.m. as advertised with a song by Bennett’s backing quartet, followed by a 15-minute set by his daughter, Antonia Bennett.

Bennett strolled out at 7:50 p.m., looking dapper in a blue suit, and impressed from the first song, “Watch What Happens.”

If Bennett is a storyteller, the Great American Songbook is filled with his folk tales, and he makes an audience believe he lived every one of those stories.

Sunday’s set was filled with songs by such composers as George Gershwin (“They All Laughed,” “I Got Rhythm”), Jerome Kern (“I’m Old Fashioned,” “The Way You Look Tonight”) and Irving Berlin (“Steppin’ Out with My Baby”).

On a few numbers, guitarist Gray Sargent would join Bennett at the front of the stage, and the simple accompaniment and Bennett’s voice perfectly complemented each other. Bennett would hold the microphone away from his mouth and still could be heard clearly, in part because the audience was so rapt by the sound.

Bennett saved the best for last with such standards as “One for My Baby,” “For Once in My Life,” “I Left My Heart in San Francisco” and “Fly Me to the Moon.”

I’ve heard folks complain about the acoustics in Packard Music Hall — and I’ve done it myself on occasion — but the room never has sounded better than it did Sunday.

Then again, the guy on stage probably had something to do with it.