The Years - The Family Crest

May the earth be soft beneath your feet

May the air you breathe be sweet

And I cannot rest my love on a vacant heart

So I pray, my love, my dear, that you will speak

Sweet

May the stars rest low above your head

May their light cast out where you might dread

May the whispering winds carry words so soft and sweet

From me, my love, my sweet

And I think that you are the most beautiful thing that I have seen

In years, the years

The years move on, our hearts beat soft

The years, the years

The years move on, our hearts beat softly

And I think that you are the most beautiful thing that I have seen

In years, the years

The years move on, our hearts beat soft

The years, the years

The years move on, our hearts beat soft

May the sun move slow to warm you, dear

May its rays dry up your tears

May the waking dawn bring the love you seek

May your heart be strong my love my sweet