She is the day that gives me time   To love and linger, love my life   Until night comes on with sundown scythe   To end the bars of pantomime      She is the day of love      She is the bridge on which I wait   To watch the river beneath me flow   All spinning, surging far below   Along the deep and bending straights      She is the bridge of love      She is the air I breathe, entranced   Awake or asleep, in storm or cold   I'm going to wash my lifted ball   A sky that calls me out to dance      She is the air of love      She is the day through which I walk   Toward the bridge where she stands   She is the air I breathe to sing   She is the 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 the smile of love   She is the air of love   She is the day of love