Lyric

She is wise, so when she smiles with childlike grace, I fall

A fleeting glimpse of innocence, the sweetest gift of all

Oh, the way she moves me, the way she moves me

Every glance, every touch, every word so sweet

Oh, the way she moves me, the way she moves me

She’s the fire, she’s the breeze, she’s the song in me

She is bright, so when her eyes grow dim with lonely blue

I feel the weight of sorrow’s touch, afraid of what’s untrue

Oh, the way she moves me, the way she moves me

Every glance, every touch, every word so sweet

Oh, the way she moves me, the way she moves me

She’s the fire, she’s the breeze, she’s the song in me

Her dimpled smile, her laughing sound

Her shining eyes, the way she frowns

Her slender hands, her gentle touch

Even the way she hides too much

She speaks so well, yet when her words are soft and kind

They lift me up, they heal my heart, they keep me safe inside

Oh, the way she moves me, the way she moves me

Every glance, every touch, every word so sweet

Oh, the way she moves me, the way she moves me

She’s the fire, she’s the breeze, she’s the song in me

Even when she plays the part

Trying to please each waiting heart

I may grow jealous, lost in doubt

But I could never live without

Oh, the way she moves me