On Wings of Song: Process

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On Wings of Song
by Heinrich Heine

On wings of song I will bear you,
My heart’s love, I will bear you away
Away to the fields of the Ganges
where I know the most beautiful place.

There lies a red flowering garden
in the silent light of the moon
the lotus flowers are a-wai-ting
their little sister, so dear.

The violets giggle and cuddle
and look for the stars up above.
The secretly whispering roses,
they tell of their sweet fairy tales.

They skip past and quietly listen,
the pious and gentle gazelles
and far in the distance the murmuring
of the sacred river’s waves.

There we will lie down together
beneath the shady palm tree
and drink in love and quiet repose
and dream our blessed dream.