The Spring Of 1117 Lyrics - Garzilli Enrico

Hlose 

In the spring of 1117 

My heart is yearning to sing 

For in the convent of 1116 

I never knew such a spring 

With him I will fly like a song-bird 

With him I will try canticles not yet heard 

Females 

For he is Plato 

He is mistletoe 

He is Socrates 

He's the Pyrenees 

He is logic 

He's forbidden fruit 

He is light 

Hlose 

He's my truth 

Hlose 

In the spring of 1117 

My heart wants to dance and rejoice 

For in my Latin, Greek, French and convent prayers 

I never knew such a voice 

With him I will fly like a songbird 

With him I will try canticles not yet heard 

Females 

For he is Plato 

He is mistletoe 

He is Socrates 

He's the Pyrenees 

He is logic 

He's forbidden fruit 

He is light 

Hlose 

He's my truth