You are my light Dark cities, you fill the loss Of the day You are my love Radiant and pretty, over seas You find ways of bringing hope The lonely hours, gloom of night Empty mornings You are a stem, of wild flowers Rollin' hills, 'round the bay You are a gap In the meadow, soaring low In this way, you are my friend In the shadows, there to bring When I need You are the suites Of the cellos There to mend, if I bleed You are a swing Sleepy porches, the warm light On my face You are a charge, of wild horses You are the sun You are my sun Seeping over, spilling out Over the mountains You are my sun
Leona, Leona, Leona Leona, Leona, Leona Your fingers
A gentle wave Of guitars playing
Leona, Leona, Leona Leona, Leona, Leona Does sense of stares Light as air Verses sound, everywhere
