Will you love me , come the morrow
as you did in yesteryear,
for my heart is full of sorrow;
Tell me, tell me, my sweet dear.
If I falter when I'm walking
and my hair is gray and thin,
if I struggle when I'm talking,
will you love me, even then?
When I am weary, worn and bent,
with life's passions burned away
and earthly time is nearly spent;
Will you love me on that day?
Hush! My dear, I e'er shall love you,
come what pitfalls are in store;
Those precious vows, which I renew,
shall remain, forevermore.
Love's undying embers, how sweet it is.