My sweet heart If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers, Number, all your grace Painting my age with beauty Of the days As the waves purify The peobled shore Then, my life shall flow In ceaseless praise Singing, Thanks God That you are mine And I am yours Even as the day speaks. And the night declare knowledge That, there is no end of treasure Or wealth of every precious thing In the valley of decision You will forever Be my choice