We had a dream, my love and I
That we would live here till we die.
We know not why the change in plans,
Only that God does change a man. He gibes to one to help the other,
A cabin, a porch, two old rocking chairs
Some work to do but nobody cares.
A man and his wife sit holding hands,
Talking over their well laid plans. The toil, the work is now all done,