Should you go first and I remain
to walk the road alone,
I’ll live in memory’s garden,
with happy days we’ve known.
Should you go first and I remain
for battles 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.
We’ve known so much of happiness,
we’ve had our cup of joy,
and memory is one gift of God
that death cannot destroy.
Should you go first and I remain,
one thing I’d have you do;
walk slowly down that long, lone path,
for soon I’ll follow you.
I’ll want to know each step you take
that I may walk the same,
for some day down that lonely road
you’ll hear me call your name.