Measure Of Joy

It's funny I never knew the true measure of joy

You a girl called Truth, me a boy from the island

I've wandered the lowlands and dry river beds

With this harmony of bees buzzing in my head

Can you hear the bluejays cooing on the lawn?

Those lovelorn songbirds on and on?

Oh the frenzy of insects and all the buzzing things

High above the rooftops, it's enough to make you sing

La la la la la

It's funny I never knew the true measure of joy

You a girl called Faith, me a boy from the island