In the misty morning light, I chase the dream,
A pot of gold at the end, my heart does gleam.
I stretch my hand to touch the sky so high,
And as I climb, my spirit takes flight.

The sun shines bright, its warmth on my skin,
Bringing joy that only love can win.
Golden locks dance in the breeze,
As laughter echoes through eternity.

Kisses sweet as honey dew,
Make my heart sing anew.
Love's elusive charm, I pursue,
With every step, my soul renews.

Rays of hope, they guide me still,
To where the rainbow meets the hill.
Happiness, a treasure rare,
Found in the embrace of love so fair

Tomaž Jevšenak