Love Song (McKay)

Heart of the saffron rose, Lines of the lily red, Gold of the buttercup, Dew of the daisies bed, Flight of the rising bird Luring me to the skies, Smile of an evening star Playing before mine eyes, Rime of the silver morn Fair on the green of trees, Scent of the coffee blooms Waking the drowsy bees; Charming and beautiful, Rare are these sights to see; But more than all and more Is your fond heart to me.