Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
I asked you how your love would change
In a million miles
A hundred years
A single day
Gentle and kind he took my hand
“This love is old, traveled and sewn
What’s past what’s forward
My heart is yours”
The silvery night
Will pass just like the last one
What’s yours is mine
This sun the moon and stars
Hang over head
Like an ancient muse
I don’t know why it took this long
To find your face in the crowd
No matter, love
I’ve found you now