Standing in the brisk cold winds
Of yesterdays gone by
And all of me to you I lend
Until the day I die

And on that day that I shall die.
I'll still love you so
For in my chances I had few
Never could I show

I do bequeath my love to you
How much you'll never know
For in my chances I had a few
Never did I show.

-K.T. Galloway