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George Stephen Stapleton

Grow Old in My Eyes, My Dear

If my eyes are true
windows to my soul
Then look into my gaze, my sweet
and see yourself grow old
For in my loving arms I’ve prayed
your auburn hairs go gray
That I’d hold you ten thousand more times
as night turns into day
I don’t know how or when, my dear
the Lord will make this true
But if he really cares for me
I’ll go to my grave still loving you