I've an elegant legacy waitin' for ye,

'Tis a rhyme for your lips

and a song for your heart,

To sing it when ever the world falls apart

(Chorus)

 

'Twas a sumptuous gift to bequeath to a child,

Oh the lure of that song kept her feet runnin' wild.

For you never grow old

and you never stand still,

With whippoor wills singin' beyond the next hill

(chorus)

 

So I bundled me heart and I roamed the world free,

to the east with the lark, to the west with the sea;

And I searched all the earth

and I scanned all the skies,

But I found it at last in my own true love's eyes.