oooh... oooh.... My love for you, it shall endure the storms of time, and you'll remember, my love for you. My love is true, but only time will tell, it's not a dying ember, it'll burn on through. I'm hoping too, that maybe you, will need an older standing shoulder, you can cry on, you can rely on, when you're blue. In case you do, find that you need a tickling tool for a lifetime, then what's my cue? I'm telling you, someday you'll know the hopes and dreams I've ever shared, you'll be aware of, my love for you. My love for you, it shall endure the storms of time, and you'll remember, my love for you.