My fairest love I live and learn the songs that ring true Whose message is plain whose words are few whose melodies smell of the pines love dwells between the lines cast upon the air to fly when words won't do Words won't do The sun he sings a song In forest moist at break of day When wonder fills the air I thought to pluck at break of dawn a melody so fair Whose gracious form can match your own Your soul blessed in every turn colored by the rainbow's pen in tints so rare Tints so rare The sun he sings a song.