Riding in the wind

The heaven scent blows

Latter days of sadness

Are faded out lows

Sunny ‘fore the evening

Brightens up a day

Wild rivers never ending

In the merry month of May

Play the baby grand

Hold your lover’s hand

Ivory keys shine new

Tickle the keys of the land

Exciting piano’s brand new tunes

Playing the songs of the true blue moon

Black spade hearts will fade away

To bring a pure and happy day