I’ve heard the rustle of the trees,
A whispered song upon the breeze.
I’ve heard the waves in endless play,
They rise, they crash, they drift away.

I’ve heard the birds at break of dawn,
Their melodies so sweetly drawn.
Yet still, no sound can quite compare,
To your soft laughter in the air.

It lingers light, so pure, so free,
A tune that sings inside of me.
No ocean’s roar, no rustling tree,
Can bring the joy you bring to me.