(And We’re Still Together, Babe)
Growing old together,
We’ve mellowed
Like
Fine wine.
How
Much more
Our love
Is to refine
As we ride
The waves of passing time.
Neither sting-
Less death
Nor defeated graves
Can claim
The victory over
The sacred love that is
The essence of us.
Ah,
The children
Came and left
And now we’re all alone
Together: you, me and the dogs.
Praise God!
The children
Now in their own home!:
Let’s make some noise---Mama!