O'er the wind
Sing lyrics of new found joy
Moving swiftly
To e'ry tree and blade of grass
Like the sweet scent
Of apple trees blooming
It rings in the heart
Of both man and beast
Echoing across the mountains
And frolicking in the valleys.
Knowing naught
The limits of the highest heaven
Nor the morose depths of hell
It roams among the stars
And strikes the hearts of many
For what glass box
Or iron case could restrict
What goes by so many names
But is simply known as love?
