How quiet I float, In my light-keeled boat, From the shadows that hide the shore! And with love at my side Glide out on the tide That shall turn for us nevermore. A whispered word And our souls are stirred With the story that never grows old, While a form of grace With a beautiful face For love's first perfect moment I hold. While the glimmering sheen Of the moon's bright beam Floats down to the depths below My heart is bright With a purer light As out into life we go. |