May the fruit of my toil, be yours love May the fruit from my soil, be yours love And from this moment on May a love true and strong And lives on and on, be yours love. May the sons that I raise, be yours love May the comforts I praise, be yours love If I ever get weak may the love words I speak And the arms that I seek, be yours love May the Lord's shining grace, be yours love May the happiest face, be yours love May the last fingertips that touch These two lips as life from me slips, be yours love...
May the fruit of my toil, be yours love May the fruit from my soil, be yours love And from this moment on May a love true and strong And lives on and on, be yours love. May the sons that I raise, be yours love May the comforts I praise, be yours love If I ever get weak may the love words I speak And the arms that I seek, be yours love May the Lord's shining grace, be yours love May the happiest face, be yours love May the last fingertips that touch These two lips as life from me slips, be yours love...
