lyric 12 - nothing to it

here you are, there and
there you are, there and
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.

Tree you are, and
Moss you are, and
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.

The tree has entered my heart and hands,
and The branches grow out of me like arms.
and there you are girl, here you are

fair you are, and
and light you are, and
you are a song on the southern wind
a child - do fine - you are
to me you're everything my girl