Will you be here when I grow old
to wrap your arms around me tight?
Hold my hand as we stroll along
just like we did the other night?

Will you tell me all the secrets
that you hold deep in your heart?
Will I still be your best friend
like I've been right from the start?

Will you gaze into my eyes
and tell me how you see?
The days ahead unfolding together,
you and me?

Will you kiss me with that passion
that burns so deep in you?
Kiss me with that longing
even when we are eighty-two?

If you don't plan to be here
then you should tell me true,
Because that's what I believe in
when I say I Love You.


~~Fiddler 10/04/2001