There has got to be a song,
even on the road to hard days.
First days are long days.
The sun came early on.
We were not ready for it at all.
The lawn gleams.
Shall we go out, sweet William,
to all the colors of the morning?
And ther air will be wonderful,
and the trees will be comforting.
With you, I want to sing.
And we would not change a thing.
Sweet William is the strongest and the best,
in and out the garden, also the smallest.
The quietly, quietly strong can become invisible
in some ways.
Shall we go out, sweet William,
where all the colors will be dazzling?
And the air will be wonderful,
and the trees will be comforting,
and the cheers will be for you,
and the birds will be listening.
With you, I want to sing.
And we would not change a thing.
