Soft through the window shines,
Shadows cast my smudges there,
Looking out she pines,
That someone takes the time to care,
She walks to the mirror slow,
The grayness receding with her light,
She looks into at what it will show,
Amidst the early morning bright,
Pondering she combs her hair,
Where is he and what’s he doing,
Sitting in the nearby chair,
Puts on boots to be going,
Softly her heart begins to shine.
In love with he who is out there.