We made love before we wed, didn't we? Mm-hmm
Montevarne played a lovely song
Pations made us yield, we'd held it back so long
You cried the whole night through
You were sure I'd lost respect for you somehow
I held you in my arms and whispered words I whispered now

God knows, I love you
More than yesterday
More than weeks ago
But less than I will tomorrow

Well, now the kids are grown and gone, and it seems just yesterday we'd bought Sherri her very first doll and Rod was helping me mow the lawn
But still sometimes at 4 A.M, you gently wake me and say "Hun, if I were to die tomorrow, would you remarry?"
And I reply:

God knows, I love you
More than yesterday
More than weeks ago
But less than I will tomorrow