If er' a Soul was born to sing
to dance and laugh and play
to wish within a faery ring
and party with the Fae

If er' a Soul was born to write
her thoughts upon the breeze
and leave her kiss upon the night
with gentle graceful ease

If er' a Soul was born to be
a cherished welcome friend
that stays with us when shadows flee
and hearts are helped to mend

Then Soul is the one indeed
that lives loves laughs and breaths
and I am sure you've all agreed
it's lonely when she leaves.