Jindalee Jindalie

Jindalee Jindalie Look up to the morning sky Jindalee Jindalie Falling like the wind To an understanding sky Right into the arms of your love From the other side Sing of all things blue Sing of all things high I sing to sin my jindalin ally In a red chapel's room Lay the bones of face That the wind will never touch Nor a tear ever grace Now love cuts through rock Like the crying of a dove