| Hallways and staircases everyday to climb | |
| To go up to my white walled room out on the end of time | |
| Where I can be with my love, for she is all that is mine | |
| And she'll always be there, my love don't care about time | |
| I laugh with her, cry with her, hold her close, she is mine | |
| The way she tells me of her love and never is she trying | |
| She don't have to be assured of many good things to find | |
| And she'll always be there, my love don't care about time | |
| Her eyes are dark and deep with love, her hair hangs long and fine | |
| She walks with ease and all she sees is never wrong or right | |
| And with her arms around me tight, I see her all in my mind | |
| And she'll always be there, my love don't care about time | |
| She'll always be there, my love don't care about time |