Whoa I was made to change. As I proceed to age, You know I shift and shape Into another man. And I hardly recognize My other younger lives. They testify That no one stays the same. Whoa and I will get married To a very lovely girl In some chapel, I suppose. And my children she'll carry As the years pass her by. She won't always be the bride I chose Oh but love doesn't die, it grows. Have you ever left your home, And the people you have known, To come back and find That no one stayed the same? As our bodies pass us by Our cells multiply. Becuase life is filled With chances to rebuild. Whoa and I will get married To a very lovely girl In some chapel, I suppose. And as I leave the sanctuary Oh my mother will cry Say goodbye to the boy she rose. Oh but love doesn't die, it grows. Oh my father did marry A very lovely bride Over 30 years ago. And one day I'll bury her next to his side As a seed I'll sadly sow. But love doesn't die, it grows. Her love doesn't die, it grows. Your love will not die, but grow.