Raise my spirit to heaven’s crown,
Through the years of solitude,
I watched the seasons change their moods.
High in the leaves of the old oak tree,
A blue bird sings a cheerful reveille.
My restless spirit fills the air,
The mountain’s presence everywhere,
I lift my hands wearing nature’s somber dress,
Dancing in the moonlight’s painted loveliness.
There is no pain or tears tonight,
As I lay in peaceful sleep once more,
Beneath the sky’s restful spell foretold,
And wait the sun’s waking rise,
And by her side is morning’s fire,
I will clothe you in my love’s attire.