What light did I see in the radiant dawn?
What shadows were cast in the dusk?
When the glorious sky was dappled with red,
And the earth rose with life to the light.

What beauty did I find in a simple blossom,
Its petals kissed by the dew?
How bright were the silver leaves of the trees,
When caught in the glow through the boughs?

What warmth was waiting in the hearths of home?
The mad fires calm and contained.
How cool was the grass of my mother land?
How safe was the world for my heart?

It seems to me now that I finally awake,
From years without count of pale slumber.
For the beauty that surrounds me,
Only now is made clear,

Only now is made clear,

By you.

What light in the shadow? A color cast feast!
The shimmering umbras are as fair, at least,
As the brilliant horizon of red and of gold
But their beauty, to me, is rarely so bold,

As yours.

How fair is a flower heavy with dew?
Its burgeoning blossoms singing of you?
No music or language has yet writ a name,
For that vision divine, but it pales all the same,

Next to you.

What secret is locked in the leaves of a tree?
The long hidden truth, how to love and be free!
The silver and gold where it lies still enshrined,
Are perfect and peaceful, but never so kind,

As you.

No fire so hot, no green grass so cool,
No home is so safe for this merry old fool,
Though the world to me now is ecstatic and light,
Nothing and nowhere feels as safe and as right,

As your arms.

Nowhere at all is so happy and free,

As your arms.