From the veranda of my home
My mind sits and lingers on
The magic finger that paints
This Spring day with all the
Colors on the glorious palette
That take my breath away.
Each day, the grass a little
Greener, the morning mist
A little cooler than the middle
Of the day that brings sunshine.
As I rest within this cradle of love
I feel the music from above
Falling softly upon my soul
Like raindrops warm and peaceful
Now the only mist that remains
Is the joy that my eyes feel today.
My mind sits and lingers on
The magic finger that paints
This Spring day with all the
Colors on the glorious palette
That take my breath away.
Each day, the grass a little
Greener, the morning mist
A little cooler than the middle
Of the day that brings sunshine.
As I rest within this cradle of love
I feel the music from above
Falling softly upon my soul
Like raindrops warm and peaceful
Now the only mist that remains
Is the joy that my eyes feel today.