Garzilli Enrico - The Spring Of 1117 lyrics

Hlose In the spring of 1117 My heart is yearning to sing For in the convent of 1116 I never knew such a spring With him I will fly like a song-bird With him I will try canticles not yet heard Females For he is Plato He is mistletoe He is Socrates He's the Pyrenees He is logic He's forbidden fruit He is light Hlose He's my truth Hlose In the spring of 1117 My heart wants to dance and rejoice For in my Latin, Greek, French and convent prayers I never knew such a voice With him I will fly like a songbird With him I will try canticles not yet heard Females For he is Plato He is mistletoe He is Socrates He's the Pyrenees He is logic He's forbidden fruit He is light Hlose He's my truth