Spring Dawn

One, two, three, four...
Birds that are flying
Cross my view of the rising sun.
Leaves that are sighing
In the dew in the rising sun.

She, who lays dreaming
Soft as a rose.
I watch her breathing,
Silent and close.

I touch her lips,
And she waits to the morning sun.
My fingertips,
Feel her warmth in the days begun.
We watch the sky, blue as her eyes.
And for a while,
We are one.

Slowly, slowly, passes time.
Slowly, slowly she is mine.

Birds that are flying
Cross my view of the rising sun.
Leaves that are sighing
In the dew in the rising sun.

We watch the sky, blue as her eyes.
And for a while
We are one.