Hymn for Her

Like the water flows Like the flowers grow To far corners of the Earth Like the winter's cold And the summer scolds Is my humble hymn for her My hymn for her Hmm Oh, the aster blooms Under pearly moon Where the poets choose their verse She's the autumn air She is everywhere Oh, this is my hymn for her My hymn for her My soul has stirred I'm speaking tongues Am I worthy of her love? She's the weaving road That will lead me home And the story without an end But I must find them first All the sweetest words For my hymn for her Amen