The more I read the papers The less I comprehend The world with all its capers And how it all will end. Nothing seems to be lasting. But that isn't our affair, We've got something permanent, I mean in the way we care. It's very clear Our love is here to stay, Not for a year But ever and a day. The radio and the telephone and the movies that we know May just be pa**ing fancies, And in time may go. But, oh my dear, Our love is here to stay, Together we're going a long, long way. In time the Rockies may crumble, Gibraltar may tumble, They're only made of clay, But our love is here to stay.