Walking in love, like walking on a cloud.
Walking in heaven, with my head bowed.
It is perfect many times,
Feeling just this way.
Other times, I have to be reminded,
To forgive and to pray.
I never want anything to spoil that beautiful love,
I never want anything to soil the pure and peaceful dove.
And it will not, this gift, ever pure and sacred, taking wing.
Walking in love, like walking on a cloud, my head bowed.
In heaven, I will sing.