Hark!  The rain dances on the floor.
The breeze penetrates my door.
The happy birds are on wing.
A sweet melody they sing.
They chant a far-land heart within me.
It echoes and will do across the sea.
She will come flying in the blue heaven,
White-clad and will go in hues woven.
Her feelings she will shower
And i will bloom for her forever.