She is the day that gives me time to live and ? ? ? ? love my life.
Till nite comes on with sundown scythe to end the puzzle pantomime.
She is a day of love.

She is the day thru which I walk toward the bridge where she stands.
She is the air I breathe to sing, she is a smile without demands.

She is the bridge on which I wait to watch the river 'neath me flow.
All spinning, surging far below
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
She is a bridge of love.
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She is the day thru which I walk toward the bridge where she stands.
She is the air I breathe to sing, she is a smile without demands.

She is the air I breathe ? ? ? ? ?
Awake, asleep in ? ? ? calm.
A wind to wash my lifted palm,
A sky that calls me out to dance.
She is the air of love.

She is the day thru which I walk toward the bridge where she stands.
She is the air I breathe to sing, she is a smile without demands.

She is the smile that keeps me warm with matchless laughter, eyes ablaze.
A mischief mystery she plays upon the flute of early morn.
She is a smile of love.

She is the day thru which I walk toward the bridge where she stands.
She is the air I breathe to sing, she is a smile without demands.