Do you know Daynee Ray

Her long hair is misty gray

With deep cool eyes, only sometimes blue

Her clothes are faded from a constant dew

She fills these streets with her sweet perfume

And eases up my mind

Oh, Daynee Ray, won’t you

Stay, Daynee Ray


And on a summer’s day

She asks the clouds to stay

For a party thrown at a seaside town

With lights and music that shake the ground

Dreamers come from all around

To watch their window panes

It’s a magic day when she

Comes to play

Daynee Ray

© 1994 Richard March