I cannot promise you a life of sunshine;
I cannot promise riches, wealth, or gold;
I cannot promise you an easy pathway
That leads away from change or growing old.
But I can promise all my heart’s devotion;
A smile to chase away your tears of sorrow;
A love that's ever true and ever growing;
A steady hand to hold in yours through each tomorrow.
A love that’s ever true and ever growing;
A steady hand to hold in yours through each tomorrow.
Copyright © Winfield Clark 1991-2008
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