With Blossoms White And Blue

My sweetest day is still to come With blossoms white and blue I do not know where each is from But they are clouds in the sky blue A shining dwelling time to be Each day as it comes so bright in You see in the sky what you want to see And gives you imaginations to spin Oh cast no doubts to shadows low For roots of summer are here Each in its different beauties glow From the morning that springs from nowhere Our love is in each heart to live And be like the rose and its ways Either affection or thorns to give As love inside there always plays Upon my hill I see not too far But only what my eyes might know Peoples love is like a falling star Long after its forgotten glow