He never speaks of his first wife,
Who died in '64.
And Sarah never seems to care
That he's been wed before.
But sometimes when he thinks of Ann
And what her love had been,
He feels a tugging in his breast
That both ways seems a sin.
To worship her beside his wife
Seems disloyal and wrong,
But memory of his first young love
Has warmed his heart so long.
Sarah has surely saved his life,
His heart is at her call.
And yet at times between their kiss
The lips of Ann will fall.
He lives in this uneasy way
Until, like you and I,
He finds himself upon the bed
Where he knows he must die,
And still the feelings in his soul
Are so mixed in confusion
That he can find no words to say
To make a true conclusion.
Then Sarah says with her last kiss
That soothes his spirit home,
"I'm blessed that Ann's already there
To keep you till I come."