hold my hand

Heavens been still since i have scour the hills
the lake is timid and the breeze is calling you near
you are the beauty within the rising of the hills
i am blessed to hear your call as i gaze
across the lands you prescence is flet
the crisp air is alive with you
hold my hand and i shall rise with you
onto the clearing and into the lake
we shall roam the valley floor and be seen across the lake
what awaits my love but this deep

you carry my heart with such fullness and grace
you are as light as this breeze that beckons me to the hills
your heart is like a still breeze so soft and gentle to the touch
you are the bearer of my love
what course will you chart in this new day
what awaits to met me in the still air
the greatness of your love for another calls ever near
the sky shines with such blaze of dazzeling light
the time is near and love awaits you

what glad day this be to walk the hills all around me
to beckon to the calling for the heart and rest near by
to taste the chalice of my love to rise in the new day with glad heart
what a glorious day is this and glad i to be blessed in her glory
the sounds all around are harmonious and soothing
the air is like a the crisp edge of a sword
what fancy time do i have beneath these hill with my love,
for she is not far or alone from my heart
her gaze is as pure as the heart of a dove
oh how splendid is for one to be in love.