We made love before we wed, didn't we? Mm-hmm Montevarne played a lovely song Pations made us yield, we'd held it back so long You cried the whole night through You were sure I'd lost respect for you somehow I held you in my arms and whispered words I whispered now
God knows, I love you More than yesterday More than weeks ago But less than I will tomorrow
Well, now the kids are grown and gone, and it seems just yesterday we'd bought Sherri her very first doll and Rod was helping me mow the lawn But still sometimes at 4 A.M, you gently wake me and say 'Hun, if I were to die tomorrow, would you remarry?' And I reply:
God knows, I love you More than yesterday More than weeks ago But less than I will tomorrow