Oh, I would love to sing

Of a bird crossing the clear sky

It soars higher and higher, savouring

With pride its strength to fly.

Oh,  I would love to sing

Of a plant sprinkled with dew

It is green with life this morning

Crowned with blossoms of the brightest hue.

Oh, I would love to sing

Of the breeze caressing my hair

Filling my mind with the song of spring

Adding fragrance to the cool air.

Oh, I would love to sing

Of the stream that flows nearby

Set on a lifelong journey, winding

Its way around rocks with a sigh.

Oh, I would love to sing

Of the beauty of eternal love

With which God watches over everything

From His throne amidst gardens above.