You are my light in dark cities
You fill the lulls of the day
You are my love, radiant and pretty
Over seas you find ways
Of bringing hope in lonely hours
Gloom of night, empty mornings

You are a stem of wild flowers
Rolling hills 'round the bay
You are a calf in the meadow
Soaring gulls in the sway

You are a friend in the shadows
There to bring when I need
You are the suites of the cellos
There to mend if I bleed

You are a swing on sleepy porches
The warm light on my face
You are a charge of wild horses
You are the sun

You are my sun seeping over
Spilling out over the mountains
You are my sun
Liona, Liona, Liona
Liona, Liona, Liona
Your fingers breeze
With grace and ease
The gentle waves
Of guitars playing

Liona, Liona, Liona
Liona, Liona, Liona
Descends the stairs
Light as air
Verses sound
Everywhere

Liona, Liona, Liona