There she sits, atop her mount.
Eyes wide with joy, head held proud.
Who is this creature? Who has stolen my dreams,
Helped me live in worlds sewn together with golden seams.
So strange, so confusing, so frightening.
A Stranger, am I,
A Stranger To Love.

I first saw her, not so long ago,
Shy, meek, but full of go.
I watched with fascination, far below, not daring to show.
Who? Who was she? I felt I had to know.
She took me with an unseen hand, not knowing herself,
Pulling me along into her lands.
A stranger,
In strange lands,
A Stranger To love.

What should I do? Who will I be?
Oh, why is my mind racing so frantically.
Does she feel, the same as me?
Questions are real, and dreams seem so,
She is most real, and I also.
Stranger, a Stranger To Love.

I am filled with strange feelings, so perplexing,
But here I go, tossing the strangeness out,
We have, after all, only one life to live.
The Lord has been good, and I shall take the opportunity that He lies in my wake.
This Stranger, this Stranger to Love.