His crooked smile her gentle touch
When work grew scarce and times got bad
Their children all turned out just fine
Today I brave the graveyard rain
So he retired in '69
The hope would chase away the sad
And left with, oh, so little time
The 40's came and the 50's went

They made the most of each day spent
And the pleasure of just growing up
Between the two of them

And placed a rose between their names
Between the two of them
And hope was sometimes all they had
And every day the feeling grew
Now that's the most that ever came

And though I miss them, oh, so much
And the mortgage replaced the rent
Between the two of them
Between the two of them
Between the two of them
Between the two of them