In this world of toil and trouble,
In this pit of dark despair;
In this den of torn up rubble,
It's good to know,
that you'll be there.
While I wile away the hours,
While I sweep away the fear;
While I fight the shadows,
It's good to know,
you'll wipe away a tear.
As I go about in mourning,
As I try to stem the rising tide;
As I try to shake off warning,
It's good to know,
that you'll be by my side.
Never have I known
such days of silence,
Never have I known
such bitter talk;
Never have I known
such utter violence,
It's good to know,
that you'll be with me,
on my walk.
Love like yours is hard to come by,
Love like yours is scarce to find;
Love like yours is the reason why,
It's good to know, that you'll be on my mind.
Love doesn't die, it doesn't fail,
People go and people falter;
It doesn't always end up joyous,
It doesn't always lead to the altar.
In this trail of curves and many bumps,
In this path of narrow, winding roads;
You'll encounter your small share of lumps,
and a fair amount of heavy loads.
But it's nice to know your with me,
it's a balm, that goes with me everywhere;
It's a bandage on my wounds of love,
another love is coming,
and you'll be there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem