There is a toast that I want to share to the woman I"ll never know,
To the woman who"s going to take my place, when it"s time for me to go.
I"ve wondered what kind of lady she"ll be; I"ve wished I could take her hand
just to whisper, I wish you well woman, in a way that she would understand.
I"d like to give her the cheering word that I"ve longed at times to hear
I"d like to give her the warm hand clasp, when never a friend seems near.
I"ve learned my knowledge by sheer hard work, and I wish I could pass it on,
to the woman who comes to take my place, the day when I will be gone.
Will she see all the mistakes I have made and note all the battles lost?
Will she ever guess of the tears they caused, or the heart aches which they cost?
Will she gaze through the failures and fruitless
