Come, lie down among the daisies -
Light-hearted beauties all.
Sing the songs of the wildflowers
In the sweet meadow's thrall.
Raise your happiness to heaven,
Heart inflated by love.
Feel the incipient pleasures,
Soar freely high above.
Ground me and grind me and mill me,
Change harvest to treasure
For I was born to be with you,
To share love's great pleasure.
Ah! I love you, my darling man -
With you I'm free to soar.
This love of ours grows in richness
And shall, for evermore.
As the daisies embrace the sun,
A bright smile on each face,
Thus I feel about you, my all,
You are my loving grace.
Lie soft in our bed of flowers -
'Tis time to take our ease,
To be a part of creation,
To love, to smile, to please.