I picture a lady in silver,
Floating and flowing high above us,
She waves her magic wand,
Mystical things happen.

A bird is given a voice to sing his morning song,
She gave a sixth sense to know when something's wrong,
She watches as mankind grows and grows,
She endures the machinery with its fatal blows,
She decides when things must change,
The time will come when she alters her range,
An eruption or ice-age,
A powerful turning of the page,
Mother Nature always has the final say,
The lady in silver is the ruler of our days.

I picture a lady in silver,
Floating and flowing high above us,
She waves her magic wand,
Mystical things happen.