And what's there to live for anyway, she says For The dancing glorious moon i say For the mellifluous tune of a racing stream For the two little birds cuddling in a sunny day of may And perhaps, Perhaps For the unwavering trees amidst the rebellious winds For the waltzing waves in the darkest seas for those young ones that make it to the beach And seize the warmth of the burning sands What to live for i wouldn't say For life is a treasure that shall not be waste