Love is a mighty thing
to its arrow she is tethered
yearning for its mad embrace
stakes her to her dream's desire
yearning for its mad embrace
molds her movement through a day
she would gladly trip and fall
unto the path that true love takes
she would gladly trip and fall
and cross the mighty sunlit gorge
to reach its heather and its stream
molds her movement through a day
To reach its heather and its stream
and climb the mountain of desire
to hear the call of whippoorwill
under the tree in morning's still
to hear the call of whippoorwill
she would gladly trip and fall
mold her movement through the day
for in its arrow she is tethered
To climb the mountain of desire
yearning for its mad embrace
under the tree of morning's still
love is a mighty thing
