~ Hands Of Love ~

With her hand in my hand we'll be lovers still.
We'll join hands for life's journey,
My sweetheart and I;
Walking life's part together
To a sweet by and by.
With her hand in my hand

So firmly we'll trail,
The path where life leads
Whatere lies ahead.
Thus we will climb the mountain of life,
Surmounting all trouble,
All sorrow and strife.
From clouds dark and stormy or sun-shiney showers,
Storms on our pathways, or bright colored flowers.
Together we'll travel whatere may behold;

I'll give her my true love She'll give me her all.
Our house may be old, it's walls may be thin,
Matters but little when love glows within.
Bright fires to cheer us when winter is cold.
Our love is our life style to have and to hold.
When in the far future we'll climb life's long hill,
With her hand in my hand we'll be lovers still.
Yes, with her hand in my hand we'll be lovers still.

"Thank You Lord For Those Golden Years"

From these golden years,
We can look back,
O'er the hills and the valleys,
Where we left our tracks,
And it's a mighty long journey,
From there to here,
As we're now experiencing,
These golden years.

Many times we stumbled,
And many times we fell.
But we made it through,
And now we're here to tell,
About those times when we laughed,
And the times we shed tears.
Oh thank You Lord, for those golden years.

Tho the color of our hair,
Is now silver lined,
Joy and contentment,
We still can find.
So, again we say thanks,
For our being here,
Enjoying these days, of our golden years.

Now we know where we're headed,
As we live these golden years.
For there's a place called heaven,
And we know that it's near.
But we're happy that we can say,
Before we leave here,
Thank You Lord, for these golden years!!

-- Clyde Heathcock Sr.
(My Dad)