A cool spring breeze through the curtains
Early dawn's sunlight creeps across the floor
Lying next to me the woman I adore
My sweet bride of eighteen
Hot summer breeze passes through the curtains
Soft hand on my chest, the smell of her hair
Asleep next to me my love rests there
Years roll by and she is still eighteen
Fall winds bring a chill through the curtains
Pale morning light surround her beautiful face
Life has traveled us along at a hurried pace
I know not how but she's still eighteen
Cold winter winds blow outside the curtains
Years of springs, summers, falls and winters
My friend, my wife, my lover, my mentor
Old fool I'm not eighteen anymore can't you see
But sweetheart I say
You will always be eighteen to me