I see the beauty in the mornin' dew br I see the beauty in the rainbow's hue br And in the colours of the deep blue skies br I see the beauty of my true love’s eyes br When I take her hand in mine through bitter strife br And we pass along the perils of life br But only if she doesn't hold me fast br Then I'll stay and hold her to the last br br I hear the sound of softly fallin' rain br I hear the sound of silent pain br And in the tune from a distant lonely bird br I hear a song with my true love's word br When I take her hand in mine through bitter strife br And we pass along the perils of life br But only if she doesn’t hold me fast br Then I'll stay and hold her to the last br br I feel the rays of the warming sun br I feel the flow of the rivers run br And like the tickle from a grain of sand br I feel the touch of my true love's hand br When I take her hand in mine through bitter strife br And we pass along the perils of life br But only if she doesn't hold me fast br Then I'll stay and hold her to the last br br Copyright © 2009 Göran Gustafsson.