[China Roses] Who can tell me if we have heaven,Who can say the way it should be;Moonlight holly, the sappho comet,Angels tears below a tree.You talk of the break of morningAs you view the new aurora,Cloud in crimson, the key of heaven,One love carved in acajou.One told me of china roses,One a thousand nights and one night,Earths last picture, the end of evening:Hue of indigo and blue.A new moon leads me toWoods of dreams and I follow.A new world waits for me;My dream, my way.I know that if I have heavenThere is nothing to desire.Rain and river, a world of wonderMay be paradise to me.I see the sun.I see the stars.
