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(Harlan Howard)

May the fruit of my toil be yours love
May the food from my soil be yours love
And from this moment on may a love that is strong
And lives on and on, be yours love.

May the sons that I raise be yours love
May the comforts I praise be yours love
If I ever get weak may the love words I speak
And the arms that I seek, be yours love.

May the Lord's shining grace be yours love
May the happiest face be yours love
May the last fingertips that touch these two lips
As life from me slips, be yours love.

And from this moment on may this love that is strong
And lives on and on, be yours love...
(Harlan Howard)      May the fruit of my toil be yours love   May the food from my soil be yours love   And from this moment on may a love that is strong   And lives on and on, be yours love.      May the sons that I raise be yours love   May the comforts I praise be yours love   If I ever get weak may the love words I speak   And the arms that I seek, be yours love.      May the Lord's shining grace be yours love   May the happiest face be yours love   May the last fingertips that touch these two lips   As life from me slips, be yours love.      And from this moment on may this love that is strong   And lives on and on, be yours love...