"Us Accompanying"

He walks with her.
He walks alone.
He smiles to keep
his heart from stone.

Young, without a care or cause,
love would seldom give him pause,
but when it did, he'd dream away
of some ideal some far-off day.

To broken hopes, could he love twice?
God plays with hearts if not with dice.
She loves to cook. Now, so does he.
Jobs and cars and a baby.

And he keeps for her what she taught him.
And he keeps for her what she taught him.

He walks with her.
He walks alone.
He smiles to keep
his heart from stone.

When she fell ill, they moved up north.
The temperate weather helped her joints.
She'd stay in bed. He'd do the chores,
make her laugh, tell her stories.

And he cooks for her what she taught him.
And he cooks for her what she taught him.

He walks with her.
He walks alone.
We smile to keep
our hearts from stone.

He tells me of a time bygone,
decisions made and fortunes won.
Why is it we'd never change a thing?
Our past is us accompanying.

And he keeps for her what she taught him.
And he keeps for her what she taught him