Take me on a little twirl, a dance, just you and I,
Rising through celestial heights, beyond the clouds so high.
Gone the days of sorrow, O what blessings they belie,
For now, in you, possessing, e’er lost in your blue eyes.
Seasons changing, new spirit find,
His days squandering, left behind.
Lost and broken, yet mercy shines,
Welcome home, sweet child of mine.
The breathing of the oceans, the flowering of the earth,
The movement of the planets, the miracle of new birth.
Yet should it be any wonder, that You seem such a lost affair?
My head up beyond the clouds, only airy thoughts greet me there.