Sometimes I recall what others have said:- Love is for lovers in love and full grown, Life's for the living and death's for the dead, And the depth of a heart is a fathom unknown. Sometimes when I get to thinking about you, And all the things that we've never said To each other, it seems such a shame to go blue When there's so many years to lie silent and dead. I know, you know, all about life. You know, I know, nothing at all. Still why should I know daily strife When the touch of your hand makes me glad I'm so small. Time brings us trouble as days come and go. I know, you know I'll understand. Could you, would you suffer a woe, When a blink of your eye and I'm at your command. Think of the years before we were a pair, Years lived apart we spent learning to farm. Sowing, growing and learning to care For ourselves, and preparing for each other's arms. Love is a flower, blooms when we're too young; Pluck it, it's gone, tended it grows. We've been tending since the first sprout was sprung - To the most patient farmer, the best harvest goes. Sometimes I recall what others have said:- Love is for lovers in love and full grown, Life's for the living and death's for the dead, And the depth of a heart is a fathom unknown.