For memories on a starlit night
North of the Denbigh line, oh Lord
For frosted pines shining like diamonds in the morning sun
For a pretty girl and for falling in love, oh love
For spring ice churning the driftwood shore
For birdsong air and windswept hair
For fiddle head strings, and flower bows
For thunder clouds rolling in a purple evening,
While Aspen leaves play tamborine,
For a soul, a song, and a voice to sing,
Just what I'm thinking
Thank You, God, for the open sky
Mysterious depths of her ocean eyes
Thank You for my dreams, my dreams
A poetry both tragic and beautiful
Thank You for life
For everything revealed to see
For what's kept in mystery, oh Lord
From the finer things to the shirt on my back
The less I have the less I lack
For passion and all that's within me
All that's within me
Behind every wonder I find a clue
Beginning to believe that it's coming true
I look onto a new rose dawn debut
Because with every breath You
Make me new
Before I turn it in tonight
Thank You for life