Fifty Years, One Love

The Polaroid is yellow at the edges now;

You're wearing lace and I'm in rented black;

We set our vows and made a silent vow;

That we would never think of looking back;

We built a porch and watched the seasons roll;

Five decades written in the garden soil;

You kept the rhythm for my weary soul;

Through every heavy day of honest toil;

Fifty years of morning light;

Fifty years of holding tight;

We're still the dreamers that we used to be;

50 years of you and me;

50 years of morning light;

50 years of holding tight;

The best is everything we've come to see;

50 years of you and me;

The house is quiet since the kids moved out;

The hallways keep the stories on the wall;

We've had our share of worry and of doubt;

But you were there to catch me when

I'd fall;

50 years of morning light;

50 years of holding tight;

We're still the dreamers that we used to be;

50 years of you and me;

50 years of morning light;

50 years of holding tight;

The best of everything we've come to see;

50 years of you and me;

My hands are rough and yours are thin and small;

But when they touch the world just slow the way;

I climb the mountain or

I take the fall;

Just to hear the simple things you say;

50 years of morning light;

50 years of holdin' tight;

Just for the dreamers that we used to be;

50 years of you and me;

50 years of morning light;

50 years of holdin' tight;

The bed is everything we've come to see;

50 years of you and me, 50 years;

To fill you and me;

Fifty years;