Through distant hills that call to me,
Along the forests filled with trees.
Over roaring rivers and crystal seas,
Your voice of laughter floats in the air.
As a cloud floats over high above,
In the clear blue skies flies the dove,
The dove that brings forth the Master’s love,
So come your passion and your care.
As a lover holds his beauty’s heart,
And shows his affections from the start,
As though he were hit with Cupid’s dart,
To keep his maidens love, so fair.
Likewise a flower is planted deep,
Within a daisy field where the breeze doth sweep,
And we as lambs run to our sheep,
Like I, a returning soldier, back from despair.