Honeysuckle will scent the air
And birds of paradise will wear
Hundreds of transparent butterflies,
Circling as if they were hair.
There will be a little lace table,
In the center of a flower glade,
A cool sun will be sparkling,
While we sip lemonade.
The cutwork lace of colors
Will swarm giving endless delight,
There will be endless days there,
And nights by moon-like candle light.
