We are lonely ones just travelers Some of our days dark and some are worse But she will surely come through, love If it comes to you Love, love, love I have a feeling that good will come to you I've got a notion that good will come to you Someday down on your birthday and ask me [?] Loved ones gathered around Holding your hands and the hands of your Hundred twenty-five years old Hundred twenty-five years old Trying to find the way to say everything yourself Somedays you're in a funk and some you can't do anything But you break through the haze It will come to you Love, love, love, love I have a feeling that good will come to you I've got a notion that good will come to you Someday down on your birthday and ask me [?] Loved ones gathered around Holding your hands and the hands of your Hundred twenty-five years old Hundred twenty-five years old