The light is like a lover’s touch
As the wide-eyed morning blooms,
The sky is spun from lullabies
On a million angel’s looms

The slender leaves of summertime
Are magnificently green,
As exquisite as the brushstrokes
In an artist’s painted scene

We are all as rich as Croesus
With our sapphire bells of blue,
Our amethysts of lavender
And our diamonds made of dew

In a land of such great bounty
Though are pockets might be frayed
And are coffers might be empty
We are certainly well paid