May the fruit of my toil be yours love may the fruit from my soil be yours love
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And from this moment on may a love true and 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 may the comforts I praise be yours love
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If I ever get weak may the love words I speak and the arms that I seek be yours love
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May the Lord's shining grace be yours love may the happiest face be yours love
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May the last fingertips that touch these two lips as life from me slips be yours love
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Yours Love
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| Waylon Jennings |
