Towards the horizon
That river's been running
In our own ruby land
Land that flows with milk and honey
By the picture's clearer corner
I painted you a hummingbird
And I titled the story
With the sweetest word
Sky's sapphire blue
Grass' emerald green
It's nice but it's nothing
Compared to what I mean
It's all yours to bask
Then you come rest when you feel sated
It's all too good and genuine
Child, let's be murano elated
Whether for touch
Whether for sight
My dear, please be welcome
To peace, bliss and delight
There's not a name yet
For what I want you to meet
It is noon sun clear
And sugar sweet
I got you the double in wealth
And a little bit more
To make it plenteous
Is what I'm always here for
It's all yours to bask
Then you come rest when you feel sated
It's all too good and genuine
Child, let's be murano elated
Come give it form
Whether a lamp or a vase
Come make ourselves surprised
Come make ourselves amazed
And when the cold evening wind blows
We get to dance around the fire
And get to watch closely
Our first morning acrospire