Today I tried to find a star, but they were vapor-veiled
Curse the morning wind its apathy
I then resolved to send a note to her, but paper failed
To ride synthetic wind for her to see
What then shall I wish upon? They falter, stars and ink
Rather I should rest upon my alter, so to think
Of Rebecca and the alter where she knelt
My Rebecca's eyes shine like Orion's belt
Through veins of God she swam, we met, I spoke a mirrored vow
A star, she lights the way to home revealed
Starlight on the verdant pasture, she is nearer now
To the mighty heart behind the starry field
So how can I wish upon a colder sort of light?
When Rebecca's eyes are calling me, and older is the night
And though I can see that the stars are now in view
I will close my eyes and make a wish on you
And Rebecca, may you wish upon me too
When Rebecca's eyes are calling me, and older is the night
And though I can see that the stars are now in view
I will close my eyes and make a wish on you
And Rebecca, may you wish upon me too
Upon me too