The Years

The Family Crest

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May the earth be soft beneath your feet
May the air you breathe be sweet
And I cannot rest my love on a vacant heart
So I pray, my love, my dear, that you will speak sweet

May the stars rest low above your head
May their light cast out where you might dread
May the whispering winds carry words so soft and sweet
From me, my love, my sweet

And I think that you are the most beautiful thing that I have seen
In years, the years
The years move on, our hearts beat soft
The years, the years
The years move on, our hearts beat softly

And I think that you are the most beautiful thing that I have seen
In years, the years
The years move on, our hearts beat soft
The years, the years
The years move on, our hearts beat soft

May the sun move slow to warm you, dear
May its rays dry up your tears
May the waking dawn bring the love you seek
May your heart be strong my love my sweet