There is a sun behind the clouds,

that threatens to take you away.

There is love behind the storm,

if you just look my way.

Take my hand, I'll take you to that special place.

To the dancing meadows of green,

hidden behind the weeping tree of dreams.

On the sweeping winds of angel wings,

we will soar to the stars of fairy dust,

from shimmering dawn to glimmering dusk.

We will swim through the waters of never ending passion,

formed by the tears of the gods compassion.

We will dance the dance of burning attraction.

Hand in hand, step in step.

We will glide on the silken strands of a lover's web,

cast upon the sweeping winds of angel wings,

through the weeping tree of dreams,

across the dancing meadow of greens.