It'll be a story of love, laughter, music and tears,
Spanning oceans and continents, days, months and years.
It'll be a story that happens to others with us
And about which we'll now make a well-deserved fuss,
If by well-deserved we mean completely and premature
Undeserved fuss.

Would you go with me?
Would you take my hand?
Would you care to explore this unpromised land?
Would you step right out?
It's okay to doubt.
The unknown doesn't need to be lonely.
Let's see what it's about.

If I played you a song on my sweet clarinet,
Would it matter to you that I'm no grown-up yet?
If I sold vacuum cleaners or preached the Good News,
Would you go with me anyway, draw, win or lose?

Would you go with me?
Would you take my hand?
Would you dare to explore this unpromised land?
Would you step right out?
It's okay to doubt.
The unknown doesn't need to be lonely.
Let's see what it's about.

Through the years, as our progeny flourish and rise,
We will see our love multiply before our eyes.
If we do nothing else through the years, smooth and rough,
Raising children up gently will be quite enough.

Would you go with me?
Would you take my hand?
We're a pair. We'll explore this unpromised land.
Would you step right out?
It's okay to doubt.
The unknown doesn't need to be lonely.
Let's see what it's all about.