I’ve given and I’ve taken love
A little more than I deserved
I’d like to think I gave a lot
And took less than I was worth
My book of life is peppered with the tears of those I’ve wronged
But still I feel I’ve paid a due or two
For the right to sing some songs

I was blessed with a voice that gleaned a fee
Not so much to break a bank or make a rich man out of me
And yet I’ve always managed
By means,mostly fair
And pulled it off with seeming ease and a certain ‘savoire faire’

But I stand before you
Past adrift
And heart on full display
My voice, my fame, my future wealth
I’d gladly give away
For your heart of love
To hold as mine
Until the choir sang ‘old Lang sine’
And arms of faith and trust and hope
would fasten me like tender rope
A captive of your gaoler’s key
In happy servitude I’d be.