The Right Provisions

I don't care what you do to avoid delivery My heart must-be-crated and exported to you Whatever the export cost You're going to make all the right provisions And cut all your losses. I don't care what you do next it's already decided I'll marry you when we've kissed And I've flown like a bird from my bough Whatever it takes, I'll take your hand And together in time, we'll grow old, yes, darling You're going to make all the right provisions And I'll take your hand and later When many other lovers have become estranged You'll ruffle your fading, thinning hair And thank the day, the lord, you took a stranger in Who, later rocked-a-manger, you later called an angel? That came to you when you once more prayed Whatever the export cost You're going to make all the right provisions And cut all your losses. Darling, with all who I am, I make you this promise.