Should you go first and I remain
to walk the road alone,
I'll live in memories garden dear,
with happy days we've known.



In spring I'll wait for roses red,
when faded, the lilacs blue.
In early fall when brown leaves fall,
I'll catch a glimpse of you.


Should you go first and I remain,
for battle to be fought.
Each thing you've touched along the way
will be a hallowed spot.



I'll hear your voice, I'll see your smile,
though blindly I may grope,
The memory of your helping hand
will buoy me on with hope.



Should you go first and I remain,
one thing I'll have you do:
Walk slowly down that long long path,
for soon I'll follow you.



I want to know each step you take,
so I may take the same.
For someday down that lonely road
you'll hear me call your name.