The more I read the papers
The less I comprehend
The world with 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 pa**ing 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.