Sings> Five turles ...one by one.

Five turtles, one by one,
sitting on a log gathering sun.
The sky clear and dark blue
without one cloud passing through.

Wind gentle blowing all around,
blossoms of spring falling to the ground.
Sweet reminders as I begin to sing and
the blue bird is as the start of another dream.

Five turtles, one by one,
sitting on a log gather sun.
The sky clear and dark blue
without one cloud passing through.

One am I with the birds and the trees,
comforted by their simplicity.
Like the soil of earth through my fingers,
the day in passing belongs to dreamers.

Fiver turtles, one by one,
sitting on a log gathering sun.
The sky clear and dark blue,
without one cloud passing through.