Delicate are its wings,
Of fire and of gold.
It spreads them wide,
Them wings so old.
And when it flies,
The winds are moved.
For it is life,
And it is proved.
Delicate are its wings,
Of fire and of gold.
It spreads them wide,
Them wings so old.
And when it flies,
The winds are moved.
For it is life,
And it is proved.
