Should you go first and I remain

to walk the road alone,

I’ll live in memory’s garden, dear,

with happy days we’ve known.

In spring I’ll wait for roses red,

when faded, the lilacs blue,

In early fall when brown leaves fall,

I’ll catch a glimpse of you.

Should you go first and I remain

for battles to be fought,

Each thing you’ve touched along

the way, will be a hallowed spot.

Ill hear your voice, I’ll see your smile,

tho blindly I may gape,

The memory of your helping hand,

will busy me on with hope.

Should you go first and I remain

one thing I’ll have you do; 

walk slowly down that long, long path

for soon I’ll follow you.

I want to know each step you take

so I may take the same.

For some day down that lonely road,

you’ll hear me call your name.