I’LL WALK THE LAST MILE WITH YOU

Several years ago, we heard someone say, making plans to go somewhere, “I’ll ride the last mile with you.” Helen said, “That’s a good line. You should do something with that.” So I did. I have printed it here before. Various folks have asked to use it in other connections. Today Helen and I start our 61^st year of marriage, so it seems appropriate, once again…

On the bright white floral morning

When we could see forever

And the path was paved with blossoms for our feet

We clasped our hands together

And this is what I whispered

I’ll walk the last mile with you

I’ll walk the last mile with you

            Wherever this road takes us

In sunshine or in rain

In gladness or in pain

I’ll walk the last mile with you

On those chill still rainy mid-days

When storm clouds gathered o’er us

And the way was only mud beneath our feet

We linked our arms together

And this is what I stammered

I’ll walk the last mile with you

I’ll walk the last mile with you

            Wherever this road takes us

In sunshine or in rain

In gladness or in pain

I’ll walk the last mile with you

On this low slow lingering evening

When the light is growing dimmer

And the road is long behind our weary feet

We shall press our lips together

And with our fading breath say

I’ll walk the last mile with you.

I’ll walk the last mile with you

            Wherever this road takes us

In sunshine or in rain

In gladness or in pain

I’ll walk the last mile with you

John Robert McFarland