beside a misty lake glittering with swans,
theres a magnetic yellow-white
touch of charm
magnetic in the heart of the meadow
she sparks
a sun with blooming rays
growing in the dark
as a shining pin
she stays there

and her pureness tears down my fraise
freshly new, i remember hazy
the shasta in may,
the darling dainty daisy

when the doves are flying in a swarm
and i start longing for some calm
i look for the hidden charm
beneath the trees,
among the leaves,
beside the creek,
she lays there
the sun with blooming rays
giving a warm embrace

and her pureness tears down my fraise
freshly new, i remember hazy
the shasta in may,
the darling dainty daisy