There is this story told about a man who grew old.
Although his wife passed away, he never missed a single date.
Every special day he brought her roses.
He always looked sad, but he said it was worth it.
He had loved her every single day of his life.
Ever since they were young and neighbors,
Then maker her his wife.
To the birth of his children and their young'ins
To the days where she got sick and had to be dug in.
But love keeps running through his hear,
Because although she is gone, they are never apart.
He always visits her by her grave
Every anniversary, birthday, and Christmas.
She is waiting for him up in heaven/
She cannot wait to spend the rest of eternity with him.
As he lays in that hospital bed,
He tells his children,"I can finally see Momma again."
Although his wife passed away, he never missed a single date.
Every special day he brought her roses.
He always looked sad, but he said it was worth it.
He had loved her every single day of his life.
Ever since they were young and neighbors,
Then maker her his wife.
To the birth of his children and their young'ins
To the days where she got sick and had to be dug in.
But love keeps running through his hear,
Because although she is gone, they are never apart.
He always visits her by her grave
Every anniversary, birthday, and Christmas.
She is waiting for him up in heaven/
She cannot wait to spend the rest of eternity with him.
As he lays in that hospital bed,
He tells his children,"I can finally see Momma again."
