The heavens above me seem empty and gray
As dreams that won't ever come true
Then the star-spangled glory of love fill the skies
And my heart with the wonder of you
Pretty berries I carry to you
Pretty flowers still hold in your hand
Pretty reasons for dreams coming true
And for doing the best that you can
I swear to be thankful the rest of my days
And wear the whatever I do
For the chance I was given to live and believe
In the love and the wonder of you