A song, a song, a song I sing,

During summer months all through to spring;

From thriving gardens in seeded lands,

To castles built in sea-swept sands.

 

My song, my song, my song rolls on,

From a moonlit night to a morning’s dawn;

Through nectar woods to the restless sea,

 My libretto disseminates an aesthetic melody.

 

Requests, requests, requests I hear,

For sounds that enrapture with Heavenly-cheer;

From Irish meadows to old Hong Kong,

To all on earth I give my song.

 

Chimes, chimes, the chimes all ring,

The mobiles sway with the breeze I bring;

Happiness and laughter are invoked with delight,

As my buoyant verses echo through the night.

 

Adversity and hardships are alleviated all,

Worries are assuaged by my euphonious call;

The world around can never go wrong,

As long as I exist to reverberate my song.

 

I am the soothing breeze that comes from afar,

I am the Rose of Sharon and the Bright Morning Star;

I am the Door to the Sheepfold, the Way, the Truth and the Life,

I am your Master and Bridegroom, and you are my wife.