All the birds in the treetops
In the sky, up high, the star of day
It all speaks to this young girl
It all speaks to this young girl of love
Why yes that is the prettiest song, the song that Olympia sings
All that sings and resounds
Which sighs, and breaths, in turn
Moves her heart as it’s beating
Moves her heart as it’s beating of love
Why yes that is the loveliest song, the song that Olympia sings