In the green morning
I ed to be a .
A .
And in the ripe evening
I ed to be a nightingale.
A nightingale.
(Soul,
turn orange-colored.
Soul,
turn the color of love.)
In the vivid morning
I ed to be myself.
A .
And at the evenings end
I ed to be my voice.
A nightingale.
Soul,
turn orange-colored.
Soul,
turn the color of love.