Lyrics:

Rain, glistening
On the silver birch
Like my lady's tears
Your turn
Rain, gathering
Winding into streams
Like the roads to Boston
Your turn
Haze, hovering
Like the whisper of the silk
As my lady kneels
Your turn
Haze, glittering
Like an echo of the lamps
In the streets of Boston
Your turn
Moon, I love her like the moon
Making jewels of the grass
Where my lady walks
My lady wife
Moon, I love her like the moon
Washing yesterday away
As my lady does
America
Your turn
Wind, murmuring
Is she murmuring for me
Through a field of dreams?
Your turn
Wind, muttering
Is she quarreling with me?
Does she want me home?
Your turn
I am no nightingale
But she hears the song
I can sing to her
My lady wife
I am no nightingale
But my song of her
Could out-sing the sea
America

Dawn, flickering
Tracing shadows of the pines
On my lady sleeping
Your turn
Dawn, brightening
As she opens up her eyes
But it's I who come awake
Your turn
You go
Your turn
Leaves, I love her like the leaves
Changing green to pink to gold
And the change is everything
Sun, I see her like the sun
In the center of a pool
Sending ripples to the shore
Till my journey's end
Your turn

Rain
Haze
Moon
Wind
Nightingale
Dawn
Leaves
Sun
End