I like the view through my window pane,
I wish that you could see
The street and gardens in the rain;
(Not often just now and again, )
and the Jacaranda tree.
I love that moon, big and shiny
just before the dawn;
The magic in the sky I see
(when a strange light awakens me)
very early in the morn.
Many years ago, before I had a dime,
My view was city walls,
It has been a long long time,
(but now, at long last I'm)
waiting in a heaven until God calls.
That's all Folks