We march to and fro’ on our paths set high! We march to and fro’ on our paths set high!

The flame of the forest standing tall in all its glory The flame of the forest standing tall in all its glory

I see the Frangipani tree, It’s rooted well and smiles at me, I see the Frangipani tree, It’s rooted well and smiles at me,

My soul is at unrest, It weeps and cries, My soul is at unrest, It weeps and cries,

There’s a secret garden I like to go, It’s the place I love and adore, There’s a secret garden I like to go, It’s the place I love and adore,