When daytime turns to twilight
When you and I are old
When many years have come and gone
And all the leaves are gold
When we have walked many more miles
Through the grass so green
And we have talked many more times
Of all the things we’ve seen
When we have held each other’s hands
Through all the trials that came
And I have heard a million times
Your lips whisper my name
I’ll still have you and you’ll have me
And through remaining years
I’ll smile with you and laugh with you
And kiss away your tears.
Martian Anthropologist