Yours Love

May the fruit of my toil, be yours love

May the fruit from my soil, be yours love

And from this moment on

May a love true and 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...