A garden of lilies
Scents of heaven
Blue skies above
Green grass below.
At dawn, she sings
With help from the breeze,
Announcing the light
Singing farewell to the night.
In her hands outstreched
A treasure of pearls
Each perfect and round
Pure and radiant
Like her hair in curls.
She is the memory
Of each moment of
Happiness,
The mountain of treasure
The flower endless song,
She sings farewell
To the day
And welcomes the dark.
Angel of the morning
Is in her sleep.
Scents of heaven
Blue skies above
Green grass below.
At dawn, she sings
With help from the breeze,
Announcing the light
Singing farewell to the night.
In her hands outstreched
A treasure of pearls
Each perfect and round
Pure and radiant
Like her hair in curls.
She is the memory
Of each moment of
Happiness,
The mountain of treasure
The flower endless song,
She sings farewell
To the day
And welcomes the dark.
Angel of the morning
Is in her sleep.