+1512 In the break of day
Palm trees sway
And dancing are the gentle breezes of early May
That I might see
What reflects before me
In the midst of the neverending sea
And in the feids lay extents of heathers
Were birds rest to ruffle their feathers
With the mighty trees
And the working bees
And with the flowers
I watch for hours
As the worlds nature performs in front of me
