It's very clear, our love is here to stay—
not for a year but ever and a day.
The radio and the telephone
and the movies that we know.
They're only passing fancies
and in time they'll go.
My dear, our love is here to stay.
Together we're going a long, long way.
In time, the Rockies may crumble,
Gibraltar may tumble.
They're only made of clay—
but our love is here to stay.
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My dear, our love is here to stay.
Together we're going a long, long, long, long way.
In time, the Rockies may crumble,
Gibraltar may tumble.
They're only made of clay—
but our love—my love—is here to stay.