ELIZABETHAN  Vol. 7  (The Book of Diana) 
No. 991

I Will Sing to Her the Love of Bluebirds

I will sing to her the love of bluebirds
On our golden stroll through every key
A song from the future drifts above her
To turn me into what I long to be

Jingle Bells do sing among the carols
And the trees are heard so loud and clear
A snowfall above brightens our landing
To embrace the earth in joy this very year

Now the bluebird sings of love again
Long after the snow has gone away
Our melodies are heard beyond the city
On a stroll where happiness may rule the day

                                                  The Storyteller - 2005