People smile and tell me I'm the lucky one,
Think I'm gonna have a son (or 2).
And we've only just begun.
He will be like me and he,
as free as a dove,
Conceived in love.
Sun is gonna shine above.
And even though we ain't got money,
I'm so in love with you, honey,
And everything will bring a chain of love.
And in the morning, when I rise,
You bring a tear of joy to my eyes
And tell me everything is gonna be alright.
We've made it through 17 Years... joyous, struggling, happy, winding road years!
I love you Honey!