George and Ira Gershwin



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 passing 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.