In these closing years of your life br Each time I see your white hair that was once so black br Your body bent that once walked so straight br I remember you throwing me up in your arms br And waiting for you impatiently at the gate br br Let time quietly glide away br And grace touch every moment that is left br Never to know distress, worry, stress br And when you close your eyes to rest one day br It might be to the sound of familiar footsteps I guess br That you can follow without any fear in your heart; br And to the sound of soft beloved voices, br Maybe that is the way loved ones depart.