And time brings fourth the butterflies that dabble in the draft
Along with the sweet-orange shades that will always make me laugh
Soon comes the amber that touches Heaven at dawn
And the dull rust of gray that once ruled the sky is gone
Coarse and empty air, exchanged for the curl of spring
Innocence blooms once again, can you hear itís glorious ring?
And time brings fourth the coconut scent that reminds me of your hair
Along with the deepening of your eyes, every time you smile, itís always in the air
Soon come the songbirds that sing to me, my inspiration
And the poetry they murmur, reminds me of your name, which sets off my imagination
Joey, yes thats the sound, over and over...