Drops of dew upon the green

Cottage by the deserted street

Dim, the light in the quiet room

Not a soul but me and you.

Purple is the evening sky

Old but gold, that lullaby

Close the windows, hear the rain

Listen as the music fades.

Now the last light takes its leave

Blinded, so to better feel

Nature helps to heal the wounds

A single soul, she makes of two.

Drops of dew on my bluebells

Bells in hair adorn me well

Morning birds are flying through

Set as free as me and you.