Life is a different colour, since you came to me by way of a westerly breeze. And how, you tell your stories
Of painters and picture men who captured reality.

Of a halcyon highway, travellers passing through nature's poems carved in stone.

Life is such a discovery, the way you're showing me
Man of the mountain and of the sea
Your beating heart has a sweet rhyme
You see the grace of another time
Breathing life into all you see
And how you tell your stories sweet and easy

There were those who painted pictures, and those who drew their words on a canvas in the sun.
And those who carved their memories on blocks of wood from a maple tree.

Your words rise, like sea winds that carry a scented view from a landscape past cast in stone

Life is such a discovery, the way you're showing me

Man of the mountain and of the sea
Your beating heart has a sweet rhyme
You see the grace of another time
Breathing life into all you see
And how you tell your stories sweet and easy

Your East was your West, where times were the best
And though you're moving ever forward, your heart remains above the city skyline
 
Life is such a discovery, I give to you what you're giving me
Man of the mountain and of the sea
Your beating heart has a sweet rhyme, you see the grace of another time
Breathing life into all you see and all you feel
Life is such a discovery, I give to you what you're giving me
Man of the mountain and of the sea
The way you tell your stories
Sweet and easy, Sweet and easy