In spring the young ones dream
Dreams that never end
Away with the swallow and then back home 
To family and friends
Isabelle was a dreamer
She would site beside a tree
Among the birds and flowers life was beautiful and free
At the time of the glowing moon
In a rustic Belgian scene
Everything was new in April 1914

Isabelle was a dreamer
Unaware of passing time
She walked the fields till evening
Creating melodies and rhyhmes
Far away from Flanders men were mapping out a war
Isabelle sung love songs
It's what her love was for
At the time of the glowing moon
In a rustic Belgian scene
Everything was new in April 1914

Isabelle was a dreamer
This is song is for her
For innocence in April
And for an end to war

Isabelle
Isabelle
Isabelle
Isabelle
Isabelle
Isabelle
Isabelle
Isabelle