Oh, My Darling

There are two things I will carry in my pockets at the end Oh, my darling You are one of them The way you look when you have a story to begin Oh, my darling That's the other half And I will never lose them, No, I'll never never show them like a prize I will keep them out of sight And I will never give them up to any silly Promise or a lie They are mine until I die, until I die