You   know , dear,  that  when I sing
it is your voice  that   I  am hearing
it is your language
old and echoing

And  you   know , friend,  that  when I falter
freeze in the face of this we can't alter
it is  all   that   I   know   to   have   changed   in   you 
it makes me work harder

 You   know , love,  that   I  hold  you  highest
though I stray and I [bad word] 
and often deny it
it is your mercy beacon
of which I'm abiding