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There is a little town way over yonder |
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By the creek there's a church yard and a tree so tall |
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She was only forty-seven when she passed away |
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And though the years go by, still it feels like yesterday |
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Sitting there by the wood stove |
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On a cold winter morning |
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I can see her in her dressing gown |
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Saying 'You'll be late for school' |
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She had such a gently way |
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She understood, and with a mother's heart |
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She loved me like no other could |
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Now I know that love never dies |
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I believe it, true hearts never lie |
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Even though sometimes I cry |
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I know that love never dies |
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Midnights and country roads |
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In the old blue Holden |
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Saying 'Son, if you work hard... |
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Well you're bound to be a star' |
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Every show we played from Tamborine to Kerry Town |
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She was always there |
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That special face in every crowd |
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Now I know that love never dies |
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I believe it, true hearts never lie |
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Even though sometimes I cry |
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I know that love never dies |
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I swear sometimes I feel her |
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Smiling down on me |
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How I love that woman |
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And what she gave to me |
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So God be her shepherd |
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And keep her safe and warm |
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Never let her heart grow weary |
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Never let her feel alone |
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And when the angles come to take me |
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Tell her I won't be afraid |
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'Cause I know in heaven she waits |
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For love never dies |
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I believe it, true hearts never lie |
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Even though sometimes I cry |
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I know that love never dies |
