And I rise with the gayest of sunbeams And I walk 'neath the warmth of her rays With the flowers blossomed high on the thorns She's the girls with the painted black swirl And she rose like an arch in my sky And scraped the filth from my mind Far from the screams of the low downed and toiled
And faulty men who've been dethroned She's my light and Godly shine The flying silver angel rides And I rise with the gayest of sunbeams And I walk 'neath the warmth of her rays With the flowers blossomed high on the thorns She's the girl with the painted black swirl