Cloud number nine is almost heaven,
but a fall from it leaves me drowned...

Blest is what you are
by the angels of this season...

Is there any rainbow that
could colour my life...

Thinking of you in every way,
thinking of what you've given to me...

Time has passed by
you're still on my mind...

The sky is not wider
nor the fresh grass tender...

Sunshine piercing through the windowpane,
little birds chirping...