Place Your Hand In Mine, Wile

'TU flre and twenty yer to-daj 8Ince we were man and wlf- And tbat'a a tl Jy allee, I aay, From anjbodj'i lif. And i( we waot, In looklng back, To f cel how time haa flown. Tbere'e Jack, jou te, mj baby Jack, Wlth wblskert of bit own. Place jour band 1b mine, wif- We're lored each other true, And still, In $hd or tblae, wlfe, Tbert'a lore to belp ua through. It'i not been all smooth aalllng, wife- Not alwajs laiighlng May; Sometimes lt' bctn a weary atrlfs To keep tb wolf away. We're bad our little tlffa, mj Uear: We're ofUn grlertd and algbedi Ont lad baa coat ui man; a tear, Our little baby dled. Place your hand la mine, wife- We're loTcd each olher true; And itlll, In itaade or ablne, wlie, There'a love to help us throuch. Bat, wlíe, your lore alone the road Baa cbeered the rongheat apeli; Toa're borne jour half of everj load And often mine aa well. ■l're ruad full many a föollih thing Ere well the atep waa taken; But, ohl I'd haate to bay the riste And wed jou o're ip!n. Place jour hand In mint, wlfe- We're loved each otber true; And atlU, In ahade or akine, wlfe, There'a love to belp ua througb. Twai you that made ma own the hand That'a worklnir all tlong, In waya we cannot nnderatand, Sttll brlnfcicg rlgbt from wrong. You've kept me brare and kept me tru, Tou't mad me truat and praj; My pentle erenlnfc atar were you, That bleued the close of day. Place your hand in mine, wlfe- We're loyed each other true; And atlll, in ahade or ablne, wlfe, There'a lore to belp ua through.