The Gayest Of Sunbeams

And I rise with the gayest of sunbeams

And I walk 'neath the warmth of her rays

With the flowers blossomed high on the thorns

She's the girls with the painted black swirl



And she rose like an arch in my sky

And scraped the filth from my mind

Far from the screams of the low downed and toiled

And faulty men who've been dethroned



She's my light and Godly shine

The flying silver angel rides



And I rise with the gayest of sunbeams

And I walk 'neath the warmth of her rays

With the flowers blossomed high on the thorns

She's the girl with the painted black swirl