Texty: Mr. T Experience. Love Is Dead. Somebody's Song.

This is what I vow: She shall have my heart to keep; sweetly will we stir and sleep. All the years, as now. Swift the measured sands may run; love like this is never done; she and I are welded one: This is what I vow. This is what I pray: Keep her by me tenderly; keep her sweet in pride of me. Ever and a day. Keep me from the old distress; let me, for our happiness; be the one to love the less: This is what I pray. This is what I know: Lovers' oaths are thin as rain; love's a harbinger of pain. Would it were not so. Ever is my heart a-thirst; ever is my love accurst; She is neither last nor first: This is what I vow