Introduction

Randy Travis’s “Forever and Ever, Amen” isn’t just a song; it’s a timeless promise of love. Released in 1987, this classic country ballad not only showcases Travis’s rich baritone but also stands as a testament to the enduring power of heartfelt vows.

Did You Know?

Randy Travis, born Randy Bruce Traywick on May 4, 1959, in Marshville, North Carolina, is a legendary figure in the country music scene. His deep, resonant voice and authentic storytelling made him a staple in the genre, and “Forever and Ever, Amen” is a shining example of his musical prowess.

The song, co-written by Paul Overstreet and Don Schlitz, is a heartfelt declaration of everlasting love. Randy Travis’s soulful delivery and the song’s simple yet profound lyrics struck a chord with audiences, earning it a place as one of the most beloved country ballads of all time.

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Lyrics: Forever and Ever, Amen

You may think that I’m talking foolish
You’ve heard that I’m wild and I’m free
You may wonder how I can promise you now
This love, that I feel for you, always will be

You’re not just time that I’m killing
I’m no longer one of those guys
As sure as I live this love that I give
Is gonna be yours until the day that I die – oh, baby

I’m gonna love you forever, forever and ever, amen
As long as old men sit and talk about the weather
As long as old women sit and talk about old men

If you wonder how long I’ll be faithful
I’ll be happy to tell you again
I’m gonna love you forever and ever, forever and ever, amen

They say that time takes it’s toll on a body
Makes the young girls brown hair turn grey
But honey, I don’t care, I ain’t in love with your hair
And if it all fell out, well, I’d love you anyway

They say that time can play tricks on a memory,
make people forget things they knew.
well, it’s easy to see it’s happening to me
I’ve already forgotten every woman but you – oh, darling

I’m gonna love you forever, forever and ever, amen
As long as old men sit and talk about the weather
As long as old women sit and talk about old men

If you wonder how long I’ll be faithful
well, just listen to how this song ends
I’m gonna love you forever and ever, forever and ever, amen
I’m gonna love you forever and ever, forever and ever, forever and ever, forever and ever, amen

 

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