In the morning light, whose flute plays so sweet,
In its melody, I drown, my heart skips a beat.
Lost in its tune, I fall, in shyness I fade,
Who, oh who, plays the flute, in the temple, serenade?
The flute's song makes my heart tremble and cry,
In the morning light, whose flute passes by?
She plays the flute, with a laugh so bright,
With every note, my heart takes flight.
In love's sweet flute, she holds my soul tight,
With her every tune, my heart feels the light.
In the morning light, whose flute plays so sweet,
In its melody, I drown, my heart skips a beat.
In the morning light, whose flute passes by?
I left my home, took the forest's embrace,
Yet her song calls me, with its tender grace.
In the morning light, whose flute calls me near?
In love's melody, my soul feels the fear.
In the morning light, whose flute plays so sweet.
