I see the beauty in the mornin' dew 
I see the beauty in the rainbow's hue 
And in the colours of the deep blue skies 
I see the beauty in my true love's eyes 

And I hold her hand in mine thro' bitter strife 
As we pass along the perils of life 
Only if she doesn't hold me fast 
Then I'll stay and hold her to the last  

I hear the sound of softly fallin' rain 
I hear the sound of silent pain 
And in the tune from a distant lonely bird 
I hear a song with my true love's word 

And I hold her hand in mine thro' bitter strife 
As we pass along the perils of life 
Only if she doesn't hold me fast 
Then I'll stay and hold her to the last 

I feel the air in the morning breeze 
I feel the pounding from my heart at ease 
And like the tickle from a grain of sand 
I feel the touch of my true love's hand 

And I hold her hand in mine thro' bitter strife 
As we pass along the perils of life 
Only if she doesn't hold me fast 
Then I'll stay and hold her to the last

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