a
lakeside fair
where her beauty
grows stands a maiden rare
with the scent that flows with vanilla
whispers in the evening breeze she dances with grace among the trees
Oh the scent of vanilla in the moonsoft night
in the moonsoft night where dreams take flight
in the starry night by the lakeside shore
where beauty reigns she chants the hearts of the gentle days
silk in her hand and flowers in her hair
she leaves her dreams with a
tender care
the grasses sway
in the gentle wind she leaves her mark on hearts to find
the scent of vanilla in the moonsoft night
where dreams take flight in the starry night
by
the
lakeside shore where beauty reigns she
chants the hearts of the gentle days
in the fields of flowers where colors bloom such a gentle moss
in the evening blue with eyes on the maiden with beauty rare
the scent of vanilla in the moonsoft night where dreams
take flight in the starry night by the lakeside shore
where beauty reigns she chants the hearts of the gentle days
so let us linger by the lakeside shore in the scent of vanilla so
sweet and warm for in the beauty of nature's place in every place