My Lady

The night was dark, tides high
Blue stars in the black sky
Shadows in the white sand,
Wish there is a lady to hold my hand.

As memories come back slow,
My blood rushes head to toe,
There is cold and frost in the land,
Wish there is a lady to hold my hand.

Then it happens like a dream,
I see the light, I see the gleam,
She dances to my melody band,
Wish there is that lady to hold my hand.

My soul rises, my spirits lift,
My murk dies, my eyes drift,
There is Zeal in every gland,
Wish there is that lady to hold my hand.

She goes across the green tree,
Spreading light all around me,
It dawns as she wades her wand,
Wish there is that lady to hold my hand.

The red ball rises across the vast,
And the gloom is now past,
Life takes on its way, as planned,
Wish there is that lady to hold my hand.