Beauty is a rare perfume Precious, yet doesn't last long Youth is but a playful breeze That blows our way once then moves on Love is a hidden treasure Some never find where it lies And memory is a little bird Flies through life, live or dies
Little bird Take me aboard your beautiful wings and let me fly Fly me away back to yesterday And drop me off there awhile
Let me smell the rare perfume of the sweet flower of beauty again Let me run in the playful breeze of youth long gone with the wind Let me sit for awhile by the place where I found the treasure of love Then sing me a song as you fly me along on our long last journey above
