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.