in the early morning dark
before the sun appears
I look upon your sleeping face
and contemplate the years

years of love and laughter
of sorrow and of sadness
years we’ll spend together
years we'll miss in madness

years we'll spend with family
years we'll spend with friends
of things that we'll share daily
some we'll never share again

I can almost

smell the fresh cut grass
hear the laughter of our son
hear the crack as he swings the bat
taste the ice-cream when he’s done

feel the softness of our daughters hair
see the beauty in her smile
taste the tears that I'm sure to cry
as I walk her down the aisle

feel the warmth in your wrinkled hand
see the silver in your hair
hear the crickets sing in our back yard
as we dance in the night air

in the early morning dark
before the sun appears
I look upon your sleeping face
and contemplate the years