I have seen the morning burning
golden on the mountain in the skies;
aching with the feeling of the
freedom of an eagle
when she flies;
turning on the world
the way
she smiled upon my soul
as I lay dying;
healing as the collors in the sunshine
and the shadows of her eyes;

Loving her was easier than anything
I'll ever do again;
coming close together
with a feeling
that I'd never known before
in my time;
she ain't ashamed to be a woman

or afraid to be a friend;
I don't know the answer to the easy way
she opened every door in my mind;
but dreaming was as easy as believing it
was never gonna end;
loving her was easier than anything
I'l never do again

Walking in the morning to the feeling
of her fingers on my skin;
wiping out the traces of the people
and the places that I've been;
teaching me that yesterday was
something that I never thought of trying;
talking of tomorrow and the money

love and time we had to spend