Upon each morning I wake with a smile.
To look upon your brown eyes as I rise,
Perhaps, mistaken am I, for a while,
Is this still the dream or love realized?
For every moment since I first saw thee,
My love fell greater, as grows your beauty;
Of all I have done this most cherished be,
My heart forever, I give your duty.
What dreams may come? When I’m gone from this world,
Remember me not by what I have done,
But how I found, our destiny fulfilled,
Chasing fate, and you, my fair love, Shannon.
Morrow should I not wake for thee no more,
Know I’m dreaming of you, whom I fell for.