Текст песни Anthony Perkins — Song of Green Mansions

They say that love is a fragile thing
A limits when a magic ring made of gold
They say that love is a bird in flight,
A gleam of light, a star too bright to behold

Tell me, tell me, tell me oh child of the moon
Is it as they say, must love slip away too soon

Tell me, Rima, where are the meadows of June
Speaking with her eyes, softly she replies

“I know a place, where green mansions are
As near or far, as any star up above
And in this land of eternal spring
Where humming birds can learn to sing
Green groves, the mansions of love”