My sweet love your wiser than wise oh what your eyes can see
Your the only one who understand my couriosity , so please tell me
Why dose the whispering wind sound like a lulluby
Is that the magic music from beyond the lauphing sky
Why can't the swallows remain where is the place they fly
Why can't I go along with them beyond the lauphing sky
If I climb the highest tree
Where oh where will I be
Would I find a place for me in a land
of grand enchantment
Where do the clouds dissapear when they go rolling by
I'm wondering about the world beyond the lauphing sky ....
I am no wiser than a bee beyond the willow tree.
But I do answer you as words see fit for me.
My sweet, the wind sings songs that whisper my love.
While the sky whisks by from heaven above.
The birds must fly free from land and by sea.
Sharing my love notes from high.
As moments of life pass us by.
Climb to the top of the tree.
These birds will tell no lies to thee.
They will fly you back down.
And a secret you’ve found.
Those birds are a spirit of me.
The meadow of grass stands before you.
The sky smiles freely near sun.
And as you wonder how life lays before you.
Remember eternal love.
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