On wings of song uplifted,
Fair spirit, fly thither with me!
Where golden sands are drifted,
To rest in a pearl-paved sea.
Where gardens of crimson glisten
Beneath the moon's pale eye,
And lotus blossoms listen
While sister sprites fleet by...
While sister sprites fleet by.

The violets whisper caresses
And gaze toward the starry height,
Roses in close-woven tresses
Are breathing tales of delight.
There sinking in contemplation
Beneath the palms we'll lie,
And drink the inspiration
Of thoughts that cannot die...
Of thoughts that cannot die.

That's the way I learned it from my mama.