When the dew has risen, and the morning holds it's sway,
Rainbowed fields of flowers will seek out the light of day.
As dawn's soft light caresses them they glow with sweet perfume.
For they seek to make an earthly match to the Heaven-Sent of You.
Angelic voices heralded the coming of the world.
And yet within that golden choir,sharp silence could be heard.
When mankind was created, 'twas our destiny, we knew,
To give life to the angel's song that's the Heaven-Sent of You.
There's magic in the universe, it shows in many things
It's hidden in a scoundrel's verse, shown bold by cooks and kings.
Knights of yore have ridden out in search of grails true.
They'd find their chalice of pow'r, in the Heaven-Sent of You.
The fabled beauty, Helen, launched, from Troy, a thousand ships.
She had raven hair, sapphire eyes, and rosebud lips.
She was the soul of beauty. All the gods swore this as sooth.
Yet she was a pale reflection of the Heaven-Sent of You.