What is it about the honeysuckle
Who's perfume smell so sweet
What is it about the petals
That curl as if in sleep
It is the perfumed flower
That's loved about the land
And in its sweetly tendrils
God has placed his hand.
The Earth I love the sun, as it sets on high
I love the moon among a starry sky
But most of all I love the earth
The trees, the flowers, the birds, and birth
of man, however great or small
God's children everyone and all