She is the day that gives me time to live and linger love my life Till night comes on with sundown scythe to end the puzzled pantomime She is a day of love
She is the bridge on which I wait to watch the river 'neath me flow All spinning surging far below along the deep and ending straights She is a bridge of love
She is the air I breathe entranced, awake, asleep in ?star??? calm A wind to wash my lifted palm, a sky that calls me out to dance She is the air of love
She is the day through which I walk toward the bridge where she stands She is the air I breathe to sing, she is a smile without demands
She is a smile that keeps me warm with matchless laughter, eyes ablaze A mischief mystery she plays upon the flute of early morn She is a smile of love She is the air of love She is the day of love