You gave me all the riches
Any man could ever dream of
And renewed them, again and again,
Still I ignored them
Took them for granted
Until I felt the pain;
Felt the cold wind blowing
The rain start to fall
And suffered over and over again,
The days all stacked up
Like cards in a pack
A never-ending strain;
But no matter how long
The black night endures
I will see it through,
The memory of the sunshine
The good times before it set
And the love I found wth you.