Awakening to the sun as it falls from night to dawn.
While I stretch from the bed that I had laid on.
The morning is brisk as I step out for refreshing air.
Nobody but my wife in the bed and no one else anywhere.
We take a trip to the hills of la Jara every year.
Where I can lay and be with my dear.
We take enough supplies to survive and each other.
We love dance and take care of one another.
We lay in the fields and count the stars.
Rather than city houses and new cars.
When day breaks we go hiking and soak up the sun.
This is where our hearts become one.