This night is ours, spring in the forrest air
Let’s pitch our tent among the berries over there.
Lead me, my dearest, to the grove of yesterday
Where the brook kindly whispers and the birches sway.
Light locks in motion, lingering emotion
A rose scented breeze from the Fae
Dew drops glitter, the dale is quiet and fair
Dreams coming true for lovers sleeping there
Heather blushing in the evening sun’s last ray
The cool quiet night comes after a perfect day
Light locks in motion, lingering emotion
A rose scented breeze from the Fae