Have my life, this worn and battered boat, she's yours.
Know her well, she's old and scarred but still the oars
are straight and true and strong, she'll bend but will not break.
And bend? Oh yes, my life has bent towards the wake.

Have my dreams, they're dusty now, not quite as lusty,
warm as embers bracing me against the gusts
that chill me when the quiet comes and day has gone.
They comfort me and bring to mind an evening song.

Have my heart , its yours until it finally stops.
Take my soul with you to yonder mountaintop
and fling it to the ancient stars from whence it came
Know you knew me, know my love remains the same.