Sometimes when shadows cross my path, 
As shadows sometimes do, 
I reach my hands across the mist, 
And touch the hand of you, 

I know the sun is in the sky, 
I know true love is true, 
But oh it comforts in the dark, 
To touch the hand of you, 

Through all the silence of the years, 
Through friendships old and new, 
The dearest mem'ry of my life, 
I touched the hand of you. 

So clouds and sorrow come along, 
We all must have a few, 
But through them all, please 
God, let me still touch the hand of you.