( Larry Beckett )

She is the day that gives me time to live and linger love my life 
Till [bad word] on with sundown scythe to end the puzzled pantomime 
She is a day of love 

She is the bridge on which I wait to watch the river 'neath me flow 
All spinning surging far below along the deep and ending straights 
She is a bridge of love 

She is the air I breathe entranced, awake, asleep in ?star??? calm 
wind to wash my lifted palm, a sky that calls me out to dance 
She is the air of love 

She is the day through which I walk toward the bridge where she stands 
She is the air I breathe to sing, she is a smile without demands 

She is a smile that keeps me warm with matchless laughter, eyes ablaze 
mischief mystery she plays upon the flute of early morn 
She is a smile of love 
She is the air of love 
She is the day of love