Come hell or high-water I'll never leave your side she said I'm your right hand and I'll be right here when you need me, babe And when the moon climbs, sun dies I'll walk with you through all of this If this ain't love, love, love... Then I don't mind what they call it. Honest Revolver, Revolver Won't you spin for me? Revolver, Revolver Won't you...Learn More