Stages of Love

I'm seventeen and I think I've met my wife I've never kissed a girl Who smelt so nice My heart's as full As a fat man's sock I love her like I want to die I'm twenty seven and I love my wife We both want children And it's very nice To pour our money out To restauranteurs Paint out the nursery, drink imported beers It's a golden time, a honey moon Oh, How to make love grow Does anyone know I'm thirty seven and I think I love my wife When we are all alone It still feels right But I'd like to know why, we're always tired Too tired to make love, but not to fight The kids are happy So I guess we might as well See it through, night by night I'm forty seven and I still have a wife Most of our friends, have married twice But I don't see her, she studies nights And I watch tv, making model bikes Certain women, make me come alive I've got this funny kind of hunger inside Oh, How to make love grow Does anyone know I'm fifty seven and it's a funny life I thought that I knew all about my wife But last October when our girl was wed We were talking about the day in bed She kissed my hands, and stroked my head And said that every day, had been a gift I'm sixty seven and I miss my wife I never knew how much I loved her Until last night When she came to me In a dream so light With skin so smooth And lips so bright She kissed me like it was our wedding night Bless that night Oh, How to make love grow