Upon her flowery bed she lays
Surrounded by roses and lavender,
Like an angel she appears with lips so red
Her hair so dark and skin so tender.

For when she wakes the birds will sing
The wind will blow and the bells shall ring,
With her angelic figure ever so divine
Her radiant beauty and heavenly shine.

When she strolls through her garden in the light of the moon
With every step the flowers will bloom,
With every...