to go begging for a way to live
I looked upon the morning light
in the dust along the windowsill
and I know what you mean to me
and I know where I'm bound
tomorrow I will sing for thee
my sorrow and my song
and if the hours should roll away
down some road beneath a darkened sky
we have not come here to stay
but we'll live awhile before goodbye
and I know what you mean to me
and I know where I'm bound
tomorrow I will sing for thee
my sorrow and my song
ever have I loved you so...