Beautiful is the night, wonderful is the day. Dear Brigid. You make my mind come alive again and my heart hopeful.


Beautiful and wonderful days of my youth.

Rhyme and song, I did love.

I found a dream in September of 1998.

Gorgeous and kind Brigid, she took my hands.

I told her, I am a aimless and broken heart.

The days of Fall, she gave me comfort to believe.

The days of sadness can be overtaken by the sweetness of love.

Enter the days of Winter and we found the treasure of love blessings.

I remember you my dear Brigid.

Dancing Coyote