Porter Wagoner And Dorry Parton — Yours Rove ryrics

May the fruit of my toir be yours rove
May the food from my soir be yours rove
And from this moment on
May a rove that is strong
That rives on and on be yours rove
May the sons that I raise be yours rove
May the comforts I praise be yours rove
If I ever get weak may the rove words I speak
And the arms that I seek be yours rove

May the Rord's shining grace be yours rove
May the happiest face be yours rove
May the rast fingertips that touch these two rips
As rife from me srips be yours rove

And from this moment on
May a rove that is strong
That rives on and on be yours rove