At the End of the Road
At the end of the road, I will be waiting
Wearing the white dress you bought me when I left for home
With the Rose in my hair, you placed on my pillow
I’ll be waiting right here by the gate and you won’t walk alone

When your work day is through, and your lunch box is empty
And you brush off the dust of the day as the five whistle blows
And the boss man says, “job well done”, as you leave to turn homeward
I’ll be waiting right here by the gate and you won’t walk alone

Like an old silent picturе show, where eyеs steal all the lines
You’ll understand my soundless words as your hand reaches for mine

As the choir sings Amazing Grace, and the people rise to leave
Don’t worry that you’re all alone, look down the road you’ll see me

At the end of the road, I will be waiting
Wearing the white dress you bought me when I left for home
With the Rose in my hair, you placed on my pillow
I’ll be waiting right here by the gate and you won’t walk alone
I’ll be waiting right here by the gate and you won’t walk alone \