The more I read the papers,
The less I comprehend
The world and all its capers,
And how it all will end.
Nothing seems to be lasting,
But that isn't our affair;
We've got something permanent,
I mean in the way we care.
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
May just be passing fancies,
And in time may go.
But oh, 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.
In time the Rockies may crumble,
Gibraltar may tumble,
They're only made of clay,
But our love is here,
It's very clear,
Our love is here to stay.
