Come with beauty
And add to what we have to give
Though we know not the name
As the form is still hidden
A shape is born fashioned in goodness

For we come with Beauty

For we come with beauty
And each has a gift to give
Though small and simply precious
Synchronized yet wild with passion,
A flower field of our creation

A flower field of our creation

Listen, An indian drum,
A hummingbird’s hum,
Oh! my love the time has come
To bend like a rush in the breeze,
Come my love, come sway with me

A hand on the knee,
A kiss on the cheek

Come my love, come sway with me
In a flower field of our creation,
A flower field, Oh YES!
Where you come my love with your beauty

Click to hear "Invitation" by Blake Harrington

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