A chord within my soul, it has been struck,
A chord within my soul, it has been struck.
Silently, secretly,
He has entered my heart,
A chord within my soul, it has been struck.
In the garden, the cuckoo's flute sings, it sings,
Sweet nectar it pours, it pours,
Sweet nectar it pours, yes, it pours.
My earth-bound buds become blossoms bright,
My eyes in a swing, flowers sway in light.
The buds of my songs, he has bloomed,
The buds of my songs, he has bloomed.
Silently, secretly,
Silently, secretly,
A chord within my soul, it has been struck,
A chord within my soul, it has been struck.
My dreams now take flight, birds soaring free,
Far, far away, in a long line they flee,
My dreams now take flight, birds soaring free,
Far, far away, in a long line they flee,
Slowly, my love ascends to the skies,
Slowly, my love ascends to the skies.
"Beloved, Beloved," the call rings,
"Beloved, Beloved," the call rings,
This sweet ache, why is the heart restless?
This sweet ache, why is the heart restless?
He makes me his own, the world a dream,
He makes me his own, the world a dream,
A dream of love, he has made,
A dream of love, he has made.
A chord within my soul, it has been struck.
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