Song Of The Old Lovers

In spite of all we're still together
So many years of smiles and tears
How many times we'd part forever
And I would leave for parts unknown
A day a week and I'd feel terror
And crumble on the telephone
And then in bed we'd play confessions
And tell the truth, what truth we knew
That's how it's been with me and you
And then we'd start upon a new digression

Oh my love
My old, my sweet, my gentle love
From year to year as all the seasons fall
I love you more you know
I love you

In spite of all we're still together
So many years of smiles and tears
How many times I found another
But you loved others too, my dear
A day a week and I'd need pardon
And fumble out the key for home
And take a wound that went unhealing
For you'd forgive without forgiving
But of course we went on living
Our sorrows locked in Christmas seals

Oh my love
My old, my sweet, my gentle love
From year to year as all the seasons fall
I love you more you know
I love you

And sometimes we were almost open
And sometimes we would almost touch
I think we wanted very little
But that always seemed too much
And did we say we wanted children
I really cannot quite recall
What we wanted was our freedom
To dance through life I think that's all
We are just surrealist pilgrims
Melting clocks in marble halls

Oh my love
My old, my sweet, my gentle love
From year to year as all the seasons fall
I love you more you know
I love you ... still