After the Fire


After the fire is over and after the ashes cool,
After the passion's been put to rest,
I will be here with you.
After the leaves have fallen and after the birds have flown,
After the seasons all have passed,
I will be waiting at home.
And though my eyes be dimmed with age,
My stumbling step be slow,
You still will take my breath away,
My heart will still bow low.
After the final sunset and after the last new moon,
After the rainbow's been washed away,
I will be here with you.
And after our children have left us and after the workday's through,
After the final goodnight kiss,
I'll still be here with you.
So let my arms be your resting place,
When you wander off too far,
And let my heart beat out your name,
When you can't remember who you are.
And when the angel spreads her wings,
I'll ask her to carry me too.
When she says that it's time to go,
I will go home with you.

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