Beauty is a rare perfume
Precious,
Yet doesn't last long.
Youth is but
A playful breeze
That blows our way once
Then moves on.
Love is a hidden treasure.
Some never find where it lies.
And memory is a little bird
That flies through life
And never dies.
Little bird
Take me aboard your beautiful wings
And let me fly.
Fly me away back to yesterday
And drop me off there awhile.
Let me smell the rare perfume
Of the sweet flower
Of beauty again.
Let me run in the playful breeze
Of youth long gone with the wind.
Let me sit for awhile by the place
Where I found the treasure of love.
Then sing me a song
As you fly me along
On our long last journey above.