O Lord, how beautiful it is! How beautiful to be alive! How sweet the bud of blooming trees; How sweet the bees, how sweet the hive! Here on the dewy grass I lie, Sweet grass that also beds my love, And watch with him the stars that move Across the blue and tender sky. O sweet love, speak! O sweet stars, fall! Into a sea of bliss I dive. O love, is not life beautiful, Is it not sweet to be alive! |