I hope you'll love what's left of me

After life has had its fill

I hope you'll see in those old eyes

There's love & laughter still

 

I hope my skin of brittle parchment 

Can be traced by loving fingers 

I hope this weary sheet of braille 

Shows an epilogue still lingers 

 

I hope our hands still intertwine 

Like stars cling to the sky

I hope we waltz through amber fields

'Til time sings our goodbye 

 

I hope you'll be there by my side

Your head upon my shoulder 

Just two old souls in twilight's eye

Embracing life, 'til winds turn colder