My fairest love I live and

learn the songs that ring true

Whose message is plain

whose words are few

whose melodies smell of the pines

love dwells between the lines

cast upon the air to fly

when words won't do

Words won't do

The sun he sings a song



In forest moist at break of day

When wonder fills the air

I thought to pluck at break of dawn

a melody so fair

Whose gracious form

can match your own

Your soul blessed in every turn

colored by the rainbow's pen

in tints so rare

Tints so rare



The sun he sings a song.