If I could but live my finest hour,
'Twould be that day upon a windy hill,
When I first saw your face beneath the bower,
And time stood still.

If I could gather all my favourite moments,
For certain I'd include the day we met,
When angel harps were plucked and my heart
Danced a minuet.

If I were granted only three wishes,
I'd choose to share the music of my heart,
Then joined in love, walk through life together
And never part.