歌词
The secret
Sing By Shayla He
The Lark From the Moon
The soft wind told the brooklet
As over the fields he blew
The brooklet told the rushes
Who whispered it to thy dew
The dew dropped told the robin
Who never could keep a thing
He purge on the honor blossoming spray
He purge all day on a blossoming spray
He purge all day on a blossoming spray
And warm on it is spring it is spring
It is spring and warm on it is spring
it is spring