One, two, three, four Birds that are flying Cross my view of the rising Sun Leaves that are sighing In the dew in the rising SunShe, who lays dreaming Soft as a rose I watch her breathing Silent and closeI touch her lips And she waits to the morning Sun My fingertips Feel her warmth in the days begun We watch the sky, blue as her eyes And for a while We are oneSlowly, slowly, passes time Slowly, slowly she is mineBirds that are flying Cross my view of the rising Sun Leaves that are sighing In the dew in the rising SunWe watch the sky, blue as her eyes And for a while We are one
