My Lady

I see her sailing on her silver wings With hands that move like little trees Alive and bending in my raging storm To a heartbeat my lady lives for me To a heartbeat my lady lives for me Out of the country to my city life All wrapped in dreams she wears like pearls She dances to the music that I play for her And my lady is the softness in my world And my lady is the softness in my world Coming back from the mountain My lady waits for me My lady waits for me In paint and ribbons and her coloured shells All she imagines for my days And weaves a life that is feeling good for me And my lady hears every note I play And my lady hears every note I play My rooms are filled with all she's made by hand My songs are filled with all her rhymes My heart is filled with the work that we've been doing And the children we'll be having all in good time And the children we'll be having all in good time Coming back from the mountain My lady waits for me My lady waits for me