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.

In spring I’ll wait for roses red,
When faded, the lilacs blue.
In early fall when brown leaves fall,
I’ll catch a glimpse of you.

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,
Tho blindly I may grope.
The memory of your helping hand
will buoy me on with hope.

Should you go first and I remain,
One thing, you’ll have to do,
Walk slowly down that long long path
for soon, I’ll follow you.

I want to know each step you take,
So I may do the same.
For someday down that lonely road,
You’ll hear me call your name.