She is the day that gives me time to live and ? ? ? ? love my life
Till nite comes on with sundown scythe to end the puzzle pantomime
She is a day of love

She is the day thru which I walk toward the bridge where she stands
She is the air I breathe to sing, she is a smile without demands

She is the bridge on which I wait to watch the river ?neath me flow
All spinning, surging far below
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
She is a bridge of love

She is the day thru which I walk toward the bridge where she stands
She is the air I breathe to sing, she is a smile without demands

She is the air I breathe ? ? ? ? ?
Awake, asleep in ? ? ? calm
A wind to wash my lifted palm,
A sky that calls me out to dance
She is the air of love

She is the day thru which I walk toward the bridge where she stands
She is the air I breathe to sing, she is a smile without demands

She is the smile that keeps me warm with matchless laughter, eyes ablaze
A mischief mystery she plays upon the flute of early morn
She is a smile of love

She is the day thru which I walk toward the bridge where she stands
She is the air I breathe to sing, she is a smile without demands