end down and touch me with your eyes
let every morning hold a new surprise
so when I stumble from my sleep
yours is the first face that I’ll see.

And as I amble through the day
be there to guide me all along my way
so if I stumble and I fall
your shoulder’s near enough to touch

Follow me from darkness into light
then we’ll go back again through every midnight.

Bend down and touch me with your eyes
let every evening hold a new surprise
so when I tumble into sleep
yours is the last face that I’ll see.

– from the album “Rod McKuen at Carnegie Hall – Sold Out”