Purple skies, hazel eyes,
Fireflies, new horizons,
In the spring gray turns green,
Hope once dead is brought to life,
Shady tree, shoes in hand,
With my bare feet in the sand,
Spanish poems, skipping stones,
That dusty road that takes me home.
People have told me how to be happy
But I find their remedies empty.
These are my pearls, God's treasures unfurled,
Mean more to this girl, more than the world, to me.
Photographs from the past,
Summer naptime in the grass,
Constellations in the sky,
The Northern Lights will make you cry.
People have told me how to be happy
But I find their remedies empty.
These are my pearls, God's treasures unfurled,
Mean more to this girl, more than the world, to me.
Grant me twenty thousand wishes,
Cover me with lavish things.
But, I believe in loaves and fishes,
Miracles, and mustard seed.
People have told me how to be happy
But I find their remedies empty.
These are my pearls, God's treasures unfurled,
Mean more to this girl, more than the world, to me.
Purple skies, hazel eyes,
Fireflies