Sing O my soul,
sing your melodious tune,
high and low and in between,
your wild and uncouth tune.
No words can speak, no sounds can describe,
what lies, my soul, inside.
For darkness dances with light,
day twines with night, sky and earth, water and fire, elements, spirit in thee.
Those who hear, and see, and sing, cannot understand my wild strain. For my heart, my soul so free, cannot be pinned or caught.
Words and sounds cannot capture the music within me.
So sing O my soul,
the melodic strain,
high, low, in between,
for though none may know what it means the song shall all hearts stir.