Eleven years ago today my baby girl was born and died.
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
O I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run
And these three remain:
faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love
1 Cor 13:13 (NIV)