Dinner’s on the table and the wine’s in the glass,

     the jack and the jenny are together at last,

     the troubles of the day are fading into night,

     and the room is warm in the soft firelight.

     All the wild oceans and white-water threats,

     the quarreling clouds and the fires in the west,

     are now the starry river where two hearts can find rest

     and share the simplicity of… tenderness.

     The wood is by the door, the day’s work is done,

     the night flowers open to the vanishing sun,

     this is where the hours will give up their race,

     and a jack and a jenny can finally embrace.

     All the wild oceans and white-water threats,

     the quarreling clouds and the fires in the west,

     are now the starry river where two hearts can find rest
     and share the simplicity of… tenderness.