The Flower In The Pines

There's a place down South
Where ospreys and falcons
Fly to without fear or doubt
Where lovers hold 
each other hand
Drawing their names 
Once again
in the golden sand
A place where finches 
Merlins and wrens
Sing and dance
For they have returned
To their native land
Godspeed, my dear friend
Find your happiness
Let your smile shine
'Cause In Summerville
You'll be the flower
in the pines