The Path
When I look down the path I have come
I can’t help but wonder why
Into this world I was born
Only in the end to die.
Every day has its night
And every smile its tears;
But one thing doesn’t change, or rearrange:
I’ve loved you through all these years.
Along the way little has remained;
I’ve seen mountains come and go -
Though what was yesterday is not the same today,
There is one thing I know.
Every day has its night
And every smile its tears;
But one thing doesn’t change, or rearrange:
I’ve loved you through all these years.
No telling where this path will go;
Perhaps it’s true it has no end;
But in this life, so full of strife,
You have been a lover and a friend.
And every day has its night,
Every smile its tears;
But one thing doesn’t change, or rearrange:
I’ll love you through all the years.
