� Music � You were young, but your eyes were younger still when you found me there And you walked down the street to watch me work, building tables and chairs You wore white, we were married in July at a church on a hill And I cried, cause you looked just like the winter dressed in the light Where do I go, what do I know now, with my sweet love gone, with my sweet love gone With my hands, oh I worked the night and day, and I built you a home And we raised our children in those halls, now they're happy and gone And our yard, it was colorful with flowers that scented the air And I watched as they slowly died away when you needed me there Who will I be, what do I see now, with my sweet love gone, with my sweet love gone � Music � You grew up so much faster than I could, and I knew you would go Paid to rest on a Sunday afternoon that you left me alone How do I live, what do I give now, with my sweet love gone, with my sweet love gone � Music �