She dances in the glory.
She dances in the light.
She dances in the morning,
and all throughout the night.
In the glowing of the ballroom,
the angels even dance
with the Mother of Creation,
made by the Father's hands.

She dances in the starlight.
She dances for the moon.
She dances 'round the sun,
as it brightens up the room.
She dances in the glory.
She dances in the light.
She dances in the morning,
and all throughout the night.

The leafs start off new.
So green, then yellow bright,
as they dampen with the dew
in the middle of the night.
Everything so beautiful
reflects from high above;
An everlasting circle
'round a thing called Love.

The moon, it plays its part,
and gives us a little light;
The sun displays the art,
and brings it all on back to life.

The mountains stand so high,
and glisten at their tops,
as they mesmerize the eyes;
even where it drops.
Around its peak a ray of light
the morning sun would bring,
as if the Universe itself
is one great wedding ring.

The moon, it plays its part
and gives us a little light;
The sun brightens out the dark,
and saves us from the night.

There you stand as I
sing this song to you;
Your face is like the sun.
Your eyes, they are like the moon.
Your finger's like the peak
of a mountain that I'd feared...
but that was just a blink
before the morning sun appeared.

The moon, it plays its part,
but it doesn't show us much,
as the sun displays the art
of all we can see and touch.
In the moonlight we are dark,
and that's alright.  You see,
you're the sunlight of my heart,
and you're everything to me.

The stillness of the air in the dead of night
frightens me.
It is here I can hear my deepest thoughts
most vividly.
In these shadows I'm drowned; all around
they're hovering.
I say a prayer that an angel might be sent
here to comfort me.

Poor little angels
out there all alone,
how'd you get so far
from your way?
How I hope we'll
find ourselves at home,
when we find ourselves
some day.