If beauty was the measure

And I’m the beholder,

I’d hold her in my arms once again.

If laughter is the medicine

She’d be my drug

Squeezed in my arms once again.

And if I believed

In the kings and queens,

She’d be my Queen of the May

And June and July

For there she would lie

Back in my arms once again.

I’ve spoken to the poets

But they can’t agree

If she’ll ever come back to me.

The wind has stopped howling

And the sea’s gone to calm.

Still she’s not back in my arms.

If beauty was the measure

And I’m the beholder,

I’d hold her in my arms once again.

If laughter is the medicine

She’d be my drug

Squeezed in my arms once again.

Back in my arms once again.

(lyrics by Vin Murtagh ©2011)