Sweet is the spring when May is on her wings
I spend my day by the lake
I gaze at the trees' reflections in the water
And my heart untroubled and free
But awondering



Sweet is the day when the sun reaches my place
Here are windflowers, maples and flies
My head on a mound and my feet in the water
But my mind somehow in the blue
Happy and sad



When earth is in beauty dressed
And the flowers with sunkisses blessed
I'm as close as I can come.



Sweet is the soul who will let me know
When I am far from here
Away from the flowers, the trees and the water
Without saying a word
He is telling me



Sweet are the birds who sing after dusk
While I am still here by the lake
I gaze at the moon's reflection in the water
And I am wondering of
His silent knowing



When earth is in beauty dressed
And the flowers with sunkisses blessed