Lilting light through morning bright
Soaring from the limb
And if I were that robin's song I'd soar without delay
And be the first thing that you hear
As you begin your day

I wish the Northern Lights were of a fabric apprehended
That from these earthbound human hands
Those lights could be suspended
I wish the northern lights were mine to hem and sew and weave
I'd make a cloak for you to wear
To keep you from the breeze

Oh all of the questions
All of the stars in the sky
Oh never the answers
Always the wondering why

I wish my hand could touch the place within your heart that's hidden
Go to you as if some ghost
That by you had been bidden
And though this world is touch and go I cannot but believe
Of all the things that touch us first
Love is the last to leave
Of all the things that touch us first