Yours Love

May the fruit of my toil be yours, love

May the fruit from my soil be yours, love

And from this moment on may a love that is strong

And lives on and on be yours, loveMay the sons that I raise be yours, love

May the comforts I apraise be yours, love

If I ever get weak may the love words I speak

And the arms that I seek be yours, loveMay 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