If I couldn’t eat, would you take a spoon and feed me?
If my eyes couldn’t see, would you take my hand and lead me?
If one day I can’t walk, would you push my chair?
And if anything should happen, can you promise me you’d be right there?
Someday, when we’re old and grey
Would you still stand by me, sit beside me
On a big porch swing out in the yard
When life gets hard, will you still stand by me
Will you sit beside me?
Well, I’m not saying now I’m beautiful
But one day I’ll be grey
Will you sit there smiling still and loving me that way
If my memory fails me will you understand?
And if my soul gets weary will your arms be my soft place to land?
I promise you that if you do, I will always stand by you.
Words and Music by Erica Viegas