Presence is You
In the glare of little sunshine,
In blossoms of pink daffodils,
With buckets of happiness,
Presence is you. It's you.
It's you,
In the first rain to the fists,
In the closed eyes of the nights,
It's...
In blossoms of pink daffodils,
With buckets of happiness,
Presence is you. It's you.
It's you,
In the first rain to the fists,
In the closed eyes of the nights,
It's...