We sigh at the morning softly
Take to them easy
The scent of the wood and coffee
Our cup is filling

Outside the river flows
Its course unfolding
A strength that never knows
A sweet outpouring

The scents, the bloom, the hours
I write you daily
I speak of friends and brothers
And sisters waiting

To sew your winter coat
To keep you warm and dry
The size of you to hold
Tender, not so tight

And over
And over
And over and even
And over
And over
And over and even

How can the stars design it
To pull and move us?
We crave their waning light
An ancient chorus

And draped in candelight
We did outshine it
I miss your scent and sight
How can I write this?

And over
And over
And over and even
And over
And over
And over and even

And over and even
And over and even