Lyrics:
The white ducks flyAll past the sunTheir wings flap silver at the moonWhile waters rush down the mountaintopsMy [?] plays circus tunesI dance to the wonders of your feetAnd i sing to the joy of your kneesThe cold white dress on the mountain crest[?] the frozen treeThe maple-[?] in the skyIt seems to kiss the windWhile scores of glittering [?] [?]I whistle symphonies of your faceAnd laughFor your hair is so fineIn startled reedsOf playground grassA child jumps rope to [?]Reeds and grassThe marching drumThey make a joyous soundShe bends low with lust and loveAnd falls [?] on the groundI hunger for your porpoise mouthAnd stand erect for loveThe sun burns up the winter skyAnd all the earth is love