Mine ear doth hear a blissful tune
Sweeping through the trees of red
Swift it is a bashful prayer
That I may walk among the true
Hath no sir yet tending to
Dainty bird without a nest
Humble prayer raise to the sky
That I may walk along with you
Invitation, sweet and true
That I should land for just a night
And I did taste a plea's reply
That I could walk along with you
Snowcapped days of white on blue
Adorn the lounge and light a fire
And watch as kinship rises forth
That I may share again with you
And may these moments be not few
Know the route to sky and back
And fathom what will ageless be
That I would walk along with you
O lovers of a Love that's true
O kindred souls, my heart's delight
Dainty bird doth find its nest
That I may ever walk with you
Yes, Dainty bird doth find its nest
That I may ever walk with you
