The road ahead seems long, but with you by my side
I will not feel the miles, I’ll take them in my stride.
And if the path grows steep, I’ll not the low-road seek,
But strengthened by your arm, I will scale the peak.
When night falls into dark and all about is cold,
Your words will keep me warm, your presence make me bold.
And then at journey’s end, whenever that might be
I’ll settle down to sleep and know that you’re with me.