Canna Austina

When you were born, cane of August,
Roses and violets were blooming
And in the center, from a fine silver branch
Silver apples were sprouting.

There's a carnation high on the cane
That spreads its scent three hundred miles away
People who see it wonder
Where such a fancy flower comes from.

I've brought you a precious cup
Filled with songs and a hundred roses.
An angel called me last night
To see this fragrant plant once more.

I want to write a letter to the sun
So it won't hide on this day
And I want to gift it a sunflower
It's nice to sing where it turns and goes.

The moon and the sun are relatives
They've built their neighboring homes
And a garden of shining stars
Where love prepares the pillows.

Where it sings and never rests
And turns and sings lily and rose
I want to make it a sunflower
The bee spins around the flower
So the sun never sets
Where it sings and turns and goes
So the sun won't set tomorrow
And lilies and roses and violets will bloom.

Hallelujah, hallelujah.