May the fruit of my toil be yours love
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May the food from my soil be yours love
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And from this moment on may a love that is strong
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And lives on and on be yours love
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May the sons that I raise be yours love
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May the comforts I praise be yours love
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If I ever get weak may the love words I speak
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And the arms that I seek be yours love
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May the Lord's shining grace be yours love
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May the happiest face be yours love
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May the last fingertips that touch these two lips
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As life from me slips be yours love
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Yours Love
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| George Morgan |
