Lovers rise to the sweet sweet smell
that rises with the breeze of dawn

Take my wonder to yonder where the
moons are full and the stars are warm

Where our hearts are touched and sing
in sync, in the Fields where our souls
were held before

Make your heart my crown, and let us plan
our years in the arms of Spring, our kisses in
the light of Summer, and every
loving day in

the palms of dawn