When the unforgiving years creep up on me
And leave my tired bones aching and sore,
Or perhaps my hair will lose it's color
And grow just a little too thin,
Would you still walk with me?
If you will promise me now;
That when we look back in years to come,
We'll still see two pairs of footprints in the snow.
Then I will promise you now
With a jubilant song and a smile;
My heart and soul
Even all that I am
Will forever belong to you.
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