I'm gonna love you
Til your young face turns old
Til it withers aches
From the age, and the cold
Til the mornings start later
And your body don't move
All the ways that it did in the years before
Til the hands that made you
Call you back home
I'm gonna climb every mountain
Just to see what you mean
And when you're talking
You'll know I'm listening
By the ways that I lean
Til the mornings start later
And your body don't move
All the ways that it did in the years before
Til the hands that made you
Call you back home
All these months, and years gone by, but
Nothing's changing in your eyes
In your eyes
I'm gonna love you
Til your young face turns old