And if we never pass this way again
And if the mists don’t fall like gentle rain
And if we never scent the morning dew
Will I still treasure me and treasure you?
And if the birds don’t thrill for our delight
And if we never dance in shafts of light
And if our laughter can’t hold back the night
Will you and I still love with all our might?
And if our hearts aren’t constant all the way
And if we sometimes yearn for words to say
And if our outer selves are old and grey
Will yours still be the hand that leads the way?