Thru changing seasons we´ve shared life´s little day,
Still in love though autumn´s coming on;
It seems unreal, our souvenirs still look so new,
We reminisce and must confess that this is true.
O how the time seemed to fly;
We had scarcely put the crib away when like magic,
we looked up the aisle and behold a lovely bride.
Those seasons change, hand in hand we travel on,
still in love though autumn´s coming on.
1 kommentar:
Fint svärmor!
Skicka en kommentar