When life is at its deepest ebb of night
And ‘gainst day’s odds I’m feeling whisper small
When life is at its dizzy scary height
And over all I tow’r ten metres tall
In best I find my focus is not lost
In worst I do not fear the Styx is crossed
For in my life I have a constant friend
Beside me now and to the very end
Who at his height is sparkling, joyful, fun
And in his depths confides, and trusts, in me.
I speak of you my love who, blessed be
Believes in me and is with me as one.
So hold this thought whate’er the future bring;
The bells won’t toll for us but brightly ring.