It feels like the soft breeze upon your brittle cheeks
and the ointment on the head
caressing down upon the gown
as the Lord hath shown
over the part of her slender arms
as love just blowing discerning in
and she takes that lovingly
as her blessings each loom day
and the gaiety in the hay
oh, cometh what may, cometh what may
each divine day
It is like the dew of Hermon falling on the mountains of Zion
God bestowed upon us ever on and on
Oh, there is love any minute of the day
Cometh what may, cometh what may
for there the Lord hath shown
the blessing of life forevermore....