Yours Love

May the fruit of my toil be yours love



May the food from my soil be yours love



And from this moment on may a love that is strong



And lives on and on be yours love







May the sons that I raise be yours love



May the comforts I praise be yours love



If I ever get weak may the love words I speak



And the arms that I seek be yours love







May the Lord's shining grace be yours love



May the happiest face be yours love



May the last fingertips that touch these two lips



As life from me slips be yours love