There are skies richly waxed in blue And stars twinkling in brilliant hue Mountain streams that sparkle at night And painting rays of morning light Yet, all these things could never show The natural beauty of my Ritabow Eternally arched across my heart She shows the way to a world apart To a world my cherished dreams have told Lie coins of love in its pot of gold Yet, sometimes I must return to Earth And leave behind the wealth of mirth And sore afraid to let you go For all is dull-next to Ritabow