Softly, softly,
The music plays
Softly, softly
You feel the suns rays
Softly, softly
Everything seems in the haze
Softly, softly
The breeze on your face
Softly, softly
The trees sway
Softly, softly
You hear children play
Softly, softly
You smell the blossom spray
Softly, softly
How you feel in May
Hardly, hardly
Any reason at all
To softly say how
You couldn’t ask for more.

By Rebecca Neale