Lying ‘neath the growing darkness,

underneath the moon divine.

All I do is sit and think of times gone by,

underneath the stars that shine.

Make it mine, make it mine.

~*~

Underneath the tallest mountain,

underneath the clear blue sky.

Beside the whispering waterfall,

that flows so gently by.

Make it mine, make it mine.

~*~

This kind and soothing gentleness

it carries me to happiness and I;

~*~

And where I go I cannot tell,

but soon I know that there I’ll dwell and I;

~*~

And peace unmatched I know I’ll find,

and troubles ne’er again shall plague my mind,

oh and I;

~*~

They’ve come to take me there I know,

and when I’ve done I’ll surely go and I;

~*~

So when summer turns to fall,

and the winter into spring.

And the flowers bloom once again,

and the meadow birds do sing.

It will be mine, it will be mine.

~*~

Underneath the growing darkness,

underneath the moon divine.

I shall sit and wait the morning.

It is mine, it is mine.

It is mine, it is mine.

It is mine, for it is mine.