It's not about a day
Or night that's filled with nightingales
But about the days when sun don't shine
but still have to make hey
In God's own time
Read vows to be Her lover in Joy and Pain
Stare at her and see the Woman I wished for since I was Eight

Home in home that's who I'd prefer
Standing by me we'll go thus far
Play my guitar and sing for her
God with us, Happy Ever After.