I watch you sleep in the first gray light Silver hair spread out on the pillow, white That scar on your shoulder catches my eye Takes me back to when we were young and wild We skinny-dipped that waterfall Slid down the rocks, didn’t care at all Made love by moonlight till morning came You bled a little, laughed, said, “Worth the pain”
Every line on your face is a life we’ve lived Every scar on your skin is a thing we keep Like the marks on our kitchen table, the stains and cracks
Fifty years of familia, and I wouldn’t take one step back You’re more beautiful now than the day we began ‘Cause I see our whole life in the palm of your hand udbhu-kanti, mi amor That’s what udbhu-kanti is for
There’s a wrinkle by your eye from all the times you laughed Another by your mouth from the sorrows that passed Your hands ain’t smooth no more, they’re weathered, worn But they held babies when they were born
They kneaded bread for Sunday dinner time Held me close when I thought I’d lost my mind Every callus, every spot, every vein that shows Tells the story of a life I’m proud to know
Every line on your face is a life we’ve lived Every scar on your skin is a thing we keep Like the marks on our kitchen table, the stains and cracks
Fifty years of familia, and I wouldn’t take one step back You’re more beautiful now than the day we began ‘Cause I see our whole life in the palm of your hand udbhu-kanti, mi amor That’s what udbhu-kanti is for
They say beauty fades with time But that ain’t how it goes Real beauty builds up
Like patina on silver, like rings in an old oak tree That’s proof we were here That we loved hard
Every line on your face is a life we’ve lived Every scar on your skin is a thing I give thanks for Like our kitchen table holding fifty years of meals
Every crack, every stain, every memory it keeps You’re more beautiful now, mi amor, than the day we began ‘Cause I see our whole life written in the palm of your hand udbhu-kanti, mi vida That’s what udbhu-kanti is for
You’re still sleeping… and I’m still watching
Fifty years… and I’m still falling In love…