Seven five two three
Is the distance that she sees

Gazing lost into the shutter
Dreams awaken from her slumber

Her angels asleep by her side
counting sheep, hush, hush, Ty

Moments go by, ever so slow
Ticking away, she's missing her love

His wife, his lover awaits his return
Fear not my dear, hold steady, hold firm

One day I'll be home, back in your arms
Never letting you go, the mother of my sons

You are my mate, you are my soul
bound by the ring, but given with love.