Lyric

Morning light is still so pale

Lavender dressed in silver dew

Along the path the scent remains

Lingering softly in the blue

The flowers sway without a sound

The day has barely stretched awake

A sleepy breeze moves through the stems

Leaving little waves behind

Beyond the hill

A bird begins to sing

Another day unfolds

Without a hurry

Between the rows of lavender

The morning moves so slow

The sky turns brighter little by little

While the flowers glow

Nothing asking to be noticed

Nothing asking to be found

Just the quiet of an early hour

Settling all around

Lined-up blossoms in her hands

Names imagined one by one

Clouds drifting over open fields

Changing shapes beneath the sun

Simple things were more than enough

On a morning such as this

The scent of lavender and grass

Floating through the air

Warm light falls

Across the path

The day begins

Without a sound

Between the rows of lavender

The morning moves so slow

The sky turns brighter little by little

While the flowers glow

Nothing asking to be noticed

Nothing asking to be found

Just the quiet of an early hour

Settling all around

Soon the bees will wake

And wander through the blooms

But for a little while

The fields belong to silence

Between the rows of lavender

The morning moves so slow

The sky turns brighter little by little

While the flowers glow

Holding onto one small moment

Before it slips away

Like the last trace of morning dew

Before the warmth of day