The flowers dance and leap for joy,
As soft morning breezes blow,
They bow and pirouette with glory,
As their beauty fancily shows.

The sweetest scents from the field of wild flowers,
Come as the early sun falls on the glistening dew.
How wondrous it is to see the sight of the flowers,
And to have your handsome face in view.

You are not present with me, My Dear, but your face is always before my mind,
This field of sun-drenched, glistening, wild flowers brings memories sublime.
Each time, when I come to "Our" field, I sing our sweet love songs,
The songs we used to sing to each other, before you had to hurry on.

You said you would come back to me, and I want it to be so soon,
And, as I come to "Our" field of wild flowers, My Darling,
Forever remember, you are the most precious "scent", sent for me to love,
I sing the soft song that you sang to me, "We'd give each other our heart's sweet love."

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