Silverbell

Silverbell

Floating and swirling

From high above

White bell-shaped blossoms

Soft as a dove

As our path winds

Through tall ancient trees

White-carpet flowers

Our trailway doth ease

Come to the mountains

In Springtime and see

White bell-shaped blossoms

Drift on the breeze

Caught in the moment

Caught in the sun

Snow in sweet Springtime

Our hearts are undone.