my beings are about to tell me a tale and they will never fail to impress their stories are about lifes of the small enchanting light cheerful and bright to the back of old garden we always return along with some laughter there’s a point where I learn my search is over soon I am one with you you are modest in grace and dignity my home is here with you under sun of June you are complete in grace and dignity you are my kindred spirits you raise me above to heavens above heavens above heavens above heavens heavens