Bernstein: West Side Story: Ix. One Hand, One Heart

I, Anton, take thee, María
I, María, take thee, Anton
For richer, for poorer
In sickness, and in health
To love, and to honor
To hold, and to keep
From each sun, to each moon
From tomorrow, to tomorrow
From now, to forever
'Til death do us part
With this ring, I thee wed
With this ring, I thee wed

Make of our hands one hand
Make of our hearts one heart
Make of our vows one last vow:
Only death will part us now

Make of our lives one life
Day after day, one life

Now it begins, now we start
One hand, one heart
(Even) death won't part us now