We wrote our promises in a tiny book
And wrapped the golden thread around a silver hook
The pages smelled of grass and morning dew
And every line was honest, warm, and true
The seasons changed but we stayed intact
Our silver hook had not loosened or slacked
We moved the hook beside our bed at last
Now every night the golden threads hold fast
The promises we made are golden threads
They hang upon the wall beside our beds
They weave a quiet calm inside my head
They give me strength to walk the road ahead
The promises we made are golden threads
They hang upon the wall beside our beds
They keep me going when the days are long
They sing our promises back into a song
The seasons changed but we stayed intact
Our silver hook had not loosened or slacked
We moved the hook beside our bed at last
Now every night the golden threads hold fast
The promises we made are golden threads
They hang upon the wall beside our beds
They weave a quiet calm inside my head
They give me strength to walk the road ahead
The promises we made are golden threads
They hang upon the wall beside our beds
They keep me going when the days are long
They sing our promises back into a song
