With taut heartstrings, your high hopes have been sustained
On the bench before the piano, the little lass remained.
But look here; don't be fooled by the second hand dress,
Make no mistake, she's got the lips of a temptress.
Hide away, leave her singing sweet songs of the sea.
Amongst magic, morning light, and subtle tranquility.
Her voice will be with you throughout this timely parade.
Keep in touch and there will be many memories to be made.
