Oh, how when I consider how my life is spent
It seems as though
it is some sad tell
told by some melancoly fool
who never knew the meaning of life
and never knew the way to a happy life.
Oh, all through this sad live that I live
I have ever been searching
and hoping to find its true meaning
like a man without a home
who restly trods this earth
for to know
why he should ever live.
Oh, I know that some great mind
and some great heart
conceived all that ever was
and all that shall ever be.
Oh, if my poor sad and forlorn heart
could ever become one
with that great heart
and that great mind
to know the love of all things.
Oh, to love beyond all mortal words!
Oh, for this I would gladly
let this mortal life
slip away between my fingers
and my heart beat no more.
Oh, how I know
that the one who formed you
and gave life to your lovely frame
breathed into you
a beauty beyond the beauty
of all other created things
and such a warm loving heart
like the one that beats
in his loving chest.
Oh, and all the beauty
upon the green hills of heaven
I can see in your eyes
and in your smile
I know there is a wisdom
beyond time.
Oh, and I know
that I shall never be the same again
for you hold my heart in your hands
and I have not the desire to escape
from the bonds of love
that hold me close.
Oh, for who when they have ever seen
such beauty
that has come from the heavenly realm
that makes all words
dead upon the cold winter ground.
Oh, can ever again be satisfied
with this base and lowly earth.
Oh, how I know
that I shall be held captive
by all the beauty that flows
from your soul
and all the music I hear
that comes from your beating heart.
