From the recording On the Shores of a Dream
A pretty quick write, and I really don't remember how it got started. But I remember who inspired it. Beth's been my best friend for a long time, and I admire her.
I summoned my courage to perform it before a few hundred people before I'd ever actually sung it through even once. I just thought it would fit the moment on Valentine's Eve.
Lyrics
Dave Nealon
Copyright February 10, 2010
Watch her climb a ragged mountain in the night
Every time the coy moon sheds its silver light
Her chestnut eyes reflect the glow to us below
What's not to love?
I heard her sing like the branches of the pines
Whispering in the high church of the forest
Offering to the goshawk winged above
What's not to love?
Not to love such a soul is like telling God he's lying
Not to love such a spirit's like a falcon never flying
Like telling Liz and Zacharias life don't ever have surprises
Those old guys weren't so unwise as not to love
Three things give my heart rest
Love of family and neighbors you can trust
And the rose clutched in the glove among the rubble and the scrub
Don't hold a grudge, it's from above—What's not to love?
Her garden dirt grows the crispest salad greens
Her denim shirt stained with blood and sweat and beans
It almost hurts—the memory of the mourning dove
What's not to love?