Ditty of First Desire

    In the green morning

    I ed to be a .

    A .

    And in the ripe evening

    I ed to be a nightingale.

    A nightingale.

    (Soul,

    turn orange-colored.

    Soul,

    turn the color of love.)

    In the vivid morning

    I ed to be myself.

    A .

    And at the evenings end

    I ed to be my voice.

    A nightingale.

    Soul,

    turn orange-colored.

    Soul,

    turn the color of love.