If i was to live to a'hundred and four, Getting older, years would pass and go, Who knows which way i'd turn; open which door? Memorys made of happieness and woe. But amid mystry i would know for sure, You're the one i will love ever more. If when i get there i will wish to be, A third my age, i would simply say, More time for me with you and you with me. Laughing,we go along our tiresome way, I am the lock and you're missing key. But when I am old, i will only pray, That you do still love me and always will. And when we rest at last, i say I have always loved you and love you stil.