I see the beauty in the mornin' dew <br />I see the beauty in the rainbow's hue <br />And in the colours of the deep blue skies <br />I see the beauty of my true love’s eyes <br />When I take her hand in mine through bitter strife <br />And we pass along the perils of life <br />But only if she doesn't hold me fast <br />Then I'll stay and hold her to the last <br /> <br />I hear the sound of softly fallin' rain <br />I hear the sound of silent pain <br />And in the tune from a distant lonely bird <br />I hear a song with my true love's word <br />When I take her hand in mine through bitter strife <br />And we pass along the perils of life <br />But only if she doesn’t hold me fast <br />Then I'll stay and hold her to the last <br /> <br />I feel the rays of the warming sun <br />I feel the flow of the rivers run <br />And like the tickle from a grain of sand <br />I feel the touch of my true love's hand <br />When I take her hand in mine through bitter strife <br />And we pass along the perils of life <br />But only if she doesn't hold me fast <br />Then I'll stay and hold her to the last <br /> <br />Copyright © 2009 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved<br /><br />Göran Gustafsson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-last/
