Let me not see, de true colours of day light..
Accept imperfection, as one complete..
Let me not see de needle eye..
In sight past, my arms length..
Know not as fact, where religion lies..
Let me be de river flow, delicately around rocks..
Hear not distortion, in opera's grace..
And be with love , blind as love..
Be blonde and happy, as cloudless day..
Done to be with know, and know it all..
And loose my cherished, blissful bless..
Let me not see, de true colours of day..
And love as man a' not as God..