She is the day that gives me time
To live and linger love my life.
Till nite comes on with sundown scythe
To end the puzzle pantomime.

She is a day of love.
She is the bridge on which I wait
To watch the river 'neath me flow.
All spinning, surging far below
Along the deep and bending straits
She is a bridge of love.

She is the air I breathe entranced
Awake, asleep in storm or calm.
A wind to wash my lifted palm,
A sky that calls me out to dance.

She is the air of love.
She is the day thru which I walk
toward the bridge where she stands.

She is the air I breathe to sing,
She is a smile without demands.
She is the smile that keeps me warm
with matchless laughter, eyes ablaze.
A mischief mystery she plays upon
The flute of early morn.

She is a smile of love.
She is the air of love
She is the day of love