I know if I wake up in the morning
I cry for the one that is gone
if I look out of my window
I know where she'll be found
out in the mist of the mountains
or up where the sky will snow
she makes the world bout to her will
as she comes and she goes

She's like the sun
she has the power too in my sorrow
she makes the wind, the moon and the stars
come out tomorrow............