Like the water flows
Like the flowers grow
To far corners of the earth
Like the winter’s cold
And the summer scolds
Is my humble hymn for her
My hymn for her
Oh the aster blooms
Under pearly Moon
Where the poets choose their verse
She’s the autumn air
She is everywhere
Oh, this is my hymn for her
My hymn for her
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My soul has stirred I'm-
Speaking tongues
Am I worthy
Of her love?
She’s the weaving road
That’ll lead me home
And the story ‘thout an end
But I must find them first
All the sweetest words
For my hymn for her
Amen
