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

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

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

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

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

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

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