Her lovin' is a wonderful thing.
Her lovin' brings new life into spring.
When the night is black and the northern crown crosses the sky,
won't you take me back to where the moon makes the phosphorus shine?
And in that light there's nothing that's impossible;
ev'ry man is a master of time.
Then will I begin to master mine?
And she mellows me in the sun and the sea every day,
and her trade winds are blowin' me further and further away.
And in that magic everything is possible;
I'm the king of every mountain I climb.
Here I know I'm near my space in time.
When every day becomes an endless race
Then you must take your time;
it's time to space.
Her lovin' is a wonderful thing.
Her lovin' brings new life into spring.
And when in my surrender I'll enter again and be born
on the first rays of the morning as the sun of the dawn.
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