Should you go first and I remain to walk the road alone I’ll live in memory’s garden, dear 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