May the fruit of my toil, be yours, love
May the food from my soil, be yours, love
And from this moment on, may a love that is strong
That lives on and on, be yours, love
May the sons that I raise, be yours, love
May the comforts I praise be yours, love
If I ever get weak, may the love words I speak
And the arms that I seek, be yours, love
May the Lord's shining grace, be yours, love
May the happiest face, be yours, love
May the last fingertips, that touch these two lips
As life from me slips, be yours, love
And from this moment on, may a love that is strong
That lives on and on, be yours, love
