All the way through the years
I was clothed in grace
All the way through the years
Through the years
I've heard talk of flowers
Born to blush unseen
That waste their sweetness
Behind a curtained stream
But I will not conceit
It cannot go for nothing
Still I look upon your love
A reminder of what I am from what I was
All the way through the years
From grace to grace
All the way through the years
Through the years
No I will not conceit
It will not go for nothing
Still I look upon your love
A reminder of what I am from what I was
All the way through the years
From grace to grace
All the way through the years
Through the years
I've heard talk of flowers
Born to blush unseen
That waste their sweetness
Behind a curtained stream
No I will not conceit
It cannot go for nothing
Still I look upon your love
A reminder of what I am from what I was
All the way through the years
From grace to grace
All the way through the years
Through the years