My heart is my castle
And the sweetest nestle
For a bird which won't fly away
For no reason, some fine day
Won't peck up all my love grain
Something for me will also remain
So I could sow corn of happiness
Could alight calmy in my nest
I would weed our garden
From sorrow not to harden
Affection must be watered from time to time
With caress, because lack of it, is a crime
I would plow our full of whispers field
In order to harvest the love rich yield