Sweet is the spring when May is on her wings I spend my day by the lake I gaze at the trees' reflections in the water And my heart untroubled and free But awondering Sweet is the day when the sun reaches my place Here are windflowers, maples and flies My head on a mound and my feet in the water But my mind somehow in the blue Happy and sad When earth is in beauty dressed And the flowers with sunkisses blessed I'm as close as I can come. Sweet is the soul who will let me know When I am far from here Away from the flowers, the trees and the water Without saying a word He is telling me Sweet are the birds who sing after dusk While I am still here by the lake I gaze at the moon's reflection in the water And I am wondering of His silent knowing When earth is in beauty dressed And the flowers with sunkisses blessed