(Harlan Howard)



May the fruit of my toil be yours love

May the food from my soil be yours love

And from this moment on may a love that is strong

That lives on and on be yours love.



May the sons that I raise be yours love

May the comforts I praise be yours love

If I ever get weak may the love words I speak

And the arms that I seek be yours love.



May the Lord's shining grace be yours love

May the happiest face be yours love

May the last fingertips that touch these two lips

As life from me slips be yours love.



And from this moment on may a love that is strong

That lives on and on be yours love...