Hark, I hear a robin sing
Is it the onset of spring
Or is the melody indeed a quest
Beckoning his beloved to his nest
Ah, I see the red rose blushing
As the bee to her comes rushing
Is he enticed by her fragrance or her nectar
Or the dew drops that have decked her
As darkness falls, the placid lake shimmers
When the silvery moonlight on her glimmers
Is her sparkle just a measure
Of her joy, her longing, her pleasure
In the stillness of the night
Two swans rendezvous in white
Proclaim the glory of the Almighty
Avowing true love for all eternity
