The world is a place,
(my dear, my love)
Where flowers bloom and grasses grow,
Where colored birds explode in song,
And sunlight gleams off falling snow.
The world is a place,
(my love, my dear)
Where fires burn and flames caress --
And though at times the fire kills,
The ground is by its ashes blessed.
(my dear, my love)
Where flowers bloom and grasses grow,
Where colored birds explode in song,
And sunlight gleams off falling snow.
The world is a place,
(my love, my dear)
Where fires burn and flames caress --
And though at times the fire kills,
The ground is by its ashes blessed.
