You are the brightness in the morning,
Before the sun arises.
The freshness in the air,
Before the world disquises.
You are the magic in my heartbeat,
Pounding day by day.
The sweat off my brow,
And the tear that gets away.
You are the song in the air,
When the summer breeze blows.
You are the warmth and glow in the fire,
When I lie there, with my eyes closed.
So I climb to the highest mountain,
With every ounce of life,
And shout to the heavens above,
Thank you God, for my Wife!