This world it is strange to me.
But some things I know for sure.
That is that real beauty shows itself.
In women sweet and pure.
Amongst these special few.
This world has counted you.
Would it not be to god's command
That in this time of you we demand
Nothing but your purest dreams
So that as you in the fields lay
An eternal dreamer you may stay
To be safe from wears and woes
That the sinners for you may lose
As loving as you are shy
Your dreams fill up this sky
So that no stormy clouds may come
To see your dreamy work undone
