And Watch the Sun Go Down

When the years have become but a moment

In a long forgotten childhood

I hope that as I rock in my porch swing

And watch the sun go down

A familiar sweet voice will say

I love you

While my eyes will have grown weary

Seeing just more than shapes and shadows

With my ears sometimes hearing dead voices

But not the living ones next to me

I will turn and smile at the voice

Whose eyes and ears are as failing as mine

And gently reply I love you too my darling

And you will take my hand

And watch the sun go down