My fairest love I live and   learn the songs that ring true   Whose message is plain   whose words are few   whose melodies smell of the pines   love dwells between the lines   cast upon the air to fly   when words won't do   Words won't do   The sun he sings a song      In forest moist at break of day   When wonder fills the air   I thought to pluck at break of dawn   a melody so fair   Whose gracious form   can match your own   Your soul blessed in every turn   colored by the rainbow's pen   in tints so rare   Tints so rare      The sun he sings a song.