So sweet to be on a floating plain,
to hear your hearts ring in love not vain. Just like an evergreen,
alive all year long,
so is your heart
as it sings its song.
A lullaby of tears,
a concerto of love,
violins and cello's
arise my dove.
Fly, fly,
as you near the tops,
and as you come hither,
to this heart
you have touched.
