The light dances brightly in my heart

When I think of you and you and you

A little flight of the chords in the song

That I sing in my own voice and I look up

At a sky that’s bright blue decorated

With the clouds and the wind blowing tuck

My hair behind my ears and ride onwards

Into the joy of an overgrown afternoon

Under an oak tree and next to a pine

With the daffodils in very early bloom