i ain’t move down the road that pass
see; i’m within our very last verse;
and life goes on; i take no turn;
my mind seems fix to where we are.
we’ll make a move; when you say so;
i am still here; waiting the sun
which i believe will rise one day.
your voice echoes; it rings my ears
like sweet music; from a far place;
i am still here; to make a day,
i can’t be sure what morrow say
but i am thrilled; when look forward.
bring me your love; nothing’s sweeter:
govern the day you my sweet lore!
can’t we but graft our soul and mind?
who cares if love forever binds?
