The gentle thought of being there,
With your maiden face so fair,
Is really what I’d want to do,
Just to be with my dearest, you.
To look at your eyes, and touch your hair,
Just forever stand and stare,
At the beauty that enlightens me,
Our hearts are just the key.
The key to smiles upon our faces,
Is in so many different places,
Where there are thing that need to be done,
And then at last we’ll see the sun.
The sun will shine in blue skies,
As the darkness around us dies,
And we will mutter three such words,
Which will make song from the birds.