Evermore

Evermore - Alison Krauss

The forests of April awaken from sleep,
and flowers unfold through the snow,
and the wind rushes high,
and the river runs deep,
and it sings what you already know.
You already know -
Evermore I will love you,
evermore I will stay
ever right here to hold you
Never so far away.
And though I know sometimes you go
to find your way alone,
evermore I will love you.
You're ever my own.