Who can tell me if we have heaven, who can say the way it should be; Moonlight holly, the Sappho Comet, Angel's tears below a tree. You talk of the break of morning as you view the new aurora, Cloud in crimson, the key of heaven, one love carved in acajou. <♪> One told me of China Roses, One a Thousand nights and one night, Earth's last picture, the end of evening: hue of indigo and blue. A new moon leads me to woods of dreams and I follow. A new world waits for me; my dream, my way. I know that if I have heaven there is nothing to desire. Rain and river, a world of wonder may be paradise to me. <♪> I see the sun. I see the stars.