I have stood on the bank of a lonely river, so long that it seems like forever.
It is this forever that will fill my empty pitcher, the empty pitcher of my life.
The wait for this forever makes me say,
I will stand here forever,
If forever is what it takes,
Because you are my forever
And forever always waits.
The empty pitcher has waited,
Waited for forever to be filled by the love of some hero
And so I say,
I will stand here forever,
On the banks of a lonely river
If forever is what it takes,
Because you are my forever
And forever always waits.
So my forever now that you are here
I want you forever,
Because you are my forever
And we have waited for each other
Forever . . . . . .