Mel Tillis
Yours Love
May the fruit of my toil be yours love may the food from my soil be yours loveAnd from this moment on may a love that is strong and lives on and on be yours loveMay the sons that I raise be yours love may the comforts I praise be yours loveIf I ever get weak may the love words I speak and the arms that I seek be yours loveMay the Lord's shining grace be yours love may the happiest face be yours loveMay the last fingertips that touch these two lips as life from me slips be yours loveMay the last fingertips
From Letras Mania