Over The Way, Over The Way, I've Seen A Head That's Fair And Gray; I've Seen Kind Eyes Not New To Tears, A Form Of Grace, Though Full Of Years, Her Fifty Summers Have Left No Flaw, And I, A Youth Of Twenty-Three, So Love This Lady, Fair To See, I Want Her For My Mother-In-Law! Over The Way, Over The Way, I've Seen Her With The Children Play; I've Seen Her With A Royal Grace Before The Mirror Adjust Her Lace; A Kinder Woman None Ever Saw; God Bless And Cheer Her Onward Path, And Bless All Treasures That She Hath, And Let Her Be My Mother-In-Law! Over The Way, Over The Way, I Think I'll Venture, Dear, Some Day (If You Will Lend A Helping Hand, And Sanctify The Scheme I've Planned); I'll Kneel In Loving, Reverent Awe Down At The Lady'S Feet, And Say: "I've Loved Your Daughter Many A Day, Please Won't You Be My Mother-In-Law?"