The Beauty of a Soul

Oh, your soul is like a field of flowers,

That bloom in colors bright,

Your spirit shines with such a radiance,

It fills me with delight.

So pure art thou, my kindred soul,

So deep in love am I,

And I will cherish thee, my friend,

Till the end of time goes by.

Till the end of time goes by, my friend,

And the stars fade from the sky,

I will hold thee close, my dear,

And never let you die.

And farewell to thee, my dearest friend,

Farewell for just a while,

And I will come again to you,

Across ten thousand miles.

For the beauty of a soul, my friend,

Is more than any rose,

It's the love we share, the joy we bring,

That makes our friendship grow.