Out of the fields of night,

A flower; fragrant, fair and new

Emerges in the mystic light

To blossom blonde on blue.

Beneath her eyelids darkness dwells,

A restless darkness, deeply warm.

Whispering words of love it tells

Of passion's all consuming storm.

The sun, above her now ascending,

Caresses the land where she was born,

With the breezes all attending,

He grants her the colour of the corn.

Eternal beauty be

O daughter of the morning dew

And each night drift upon a sea;

A dream of blonde on blue.

O heart of desire,

Each day the world will awaken to

One pure golden light and fire;

Your dream of blonde on blue.

All eyes are drawn unto your face;

The soul of truth and beauty bare.

Restless Time shall never chase

Away the glories dwelling there.

I am lost in contemplation

Of that serene place known to few;

Your temple of adoration

Build all of blonde on blue.