words:



You are Beautiful ... to me


Hey hey, what a day
All the voice in my head
Sing you are beautiful
To me

Hey hey, wild winds play
Pan’s spirit moves the Rowan tree and sings
Sing you are beautiful
To me

Wild fields blur beneath your feet
The daughters of time weave the path to meet
And a magical love my heart shall bring
When you look in my eyes, my very soul shall sing ...


Hey hey, come cleansing rain
Wash my heart - stop the pain
Your voice sweetly sings to me ...



© David Charles Rowan

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