She's a bird song high up in the hickories. She's a river running on to the silver sea. She's a starlight on a summer evening. A little rose, my Virginia, she's a rose.
Morning sun, morning glories. Pouring down the hill. Through my window. I can feel the ocean breeze. . Noisy sparrows fill the oak trees. Swallows can't stay still.
Turn up the lights so we can see. The red-head grandson on your knee. Better hold him while you can. He'll be walking soon. This time next year you'll want to take him.
Come and see, look on this mystery. The Lord of the Universe, nailed to a tree. Christ our God, spilling His Holy blood. Bowing in anguish, His sacred head.
I look for You in the middle of the night. Savior and guardian of my soul. From highest heaven You hear my call. And in my trouble You comfort and hold me.
Lord of eternity. Blessed is the man. Who walks in Your favor. Who loves all Your words. And hides them like treasure. In the darkest place. Of his desperate heart.
The sky is raining tears tonight, my brother. You know it's hard to sleep so far from home. The moon has covered up her eyes, my sister. I thought I'd find You here but I am all alone, all alone.