The birds are singing In your eyes today; The flowers blooming in your smile; The wind and sun Are in the words you say; Where might your lonesome lover be?
Birds may be singing In my eyes this day; Sweet flowers may blossom when i smile; My soul is stormy And my heart blows wild; My sweet heart rides a ship at sea.
My soul is stormy And my heart blows wild, Where might my lonesome lover be?