If beauty was the measure and I’m the beholder,

I’d hold her in my arms once again.

If laughter is the medicine she’d be my drug

Squeezed in my arms once again.

And if I believed in the kings and queens,

She’d be my Queen of the May

And June and July for there she would lie

Back in my arms once again.

I’ve spoken to the poets but they can’t agree

If she’ll ever come back to me.

The wind has stopped howling and the sea’s gone to calm.

Still she’s not back in my arms.

If beauty was the measure and I’m the beholder,

I’d hold her in my arms once again.

If laughter is the medicine she’d be my drug

Squeezed in my arms once again.

Back in my arms once again.

(lyrics by Vin Murtagh ©2011)