Can I please say
That when you're old and cold and worn out full of sleep
And all the roads you walk are slippery and steep
And you stare into a world too cold and true
Then still one man will love the pilgrim soul in you
And he will love the sorrows of your changing face
And how you always wore your passion with such grace
And he will stare into your ever burning eyes
And breathe "I love you until the end of time"
Can I please say
And he will love the sorrows of your changing face
And how you always wore your passion with such grace
And he will stare into your ever burning eyes
And breathe "I love you until the end of time"