It's time to leave the shore, let go of the stifling reins. It's time to leave the shore, let go of the stifling reins.

Why worry about the ‘morrow...? Why worry about the ‘morrow...?

Like the fragrance of flowers, wafting, to sweep, Across the Green of the valley deep; Like the fragrance of flowers, wafting, to sweep, Across the Green of the val...

It refuses to run away; it won't ever go; Eternal, sublime is the love of mine. It refuses to run away; it won't ever go; Eternal, sublime is the love of mine.