Just strings first—warm, unhurried, holding the room open.

There she is. "At last," with a little grain already on the edge.

"My love has come along"—plain as can be, and the orchestra stays out of her way.

Lonely days declared over, and under that line you can feel the slow body of the beat settle in.

"Life is like a song," and the strings answer with brightness more than force.

Title again—same two words, a little more certain in the room around her.

Blue skies in the lyric, soft floor in the strings; her tone still keeps a shadow inside the glow.

That clover line sits bluesy against the formal arrangement—she presses into it instead of floating.

"I found a dream"—vowel stretched, the melody starting to lean closer.

A bright little ornamental turn flashes through "I found a thrill"—brief human heat in the polish.

"You smiled, you smiled"—she says it twice, and the second one makes the moment slower.

Arrangement lifts under "the spell was cast," and it feels earned after all that held glow.

Heaven lands wide and uncluttered; still no rush from the band.

"For you are mine"—relief more than hard ownership—then the last "At last" seals it.

Now the orchestra loosens. Motion thins, like the air can finally leave.