Let me be the sunrise,
the clover heart of green,
the twilight breezes swaying
the silent life of leaf.
Let me be the cricket,
the wildness of July,
the tender sapling seeking
the boundless blue of sky.
Let me be the sunrise,
the clover heart of green,
the twilight breezes swaying
the silent life of leaf.
Let me be the cricket,
the wildness of July,
the tender sapling seeking
the boundless blue of sky.