I will guess how many leaves there on a tree,
and how many sea shells there are in the sea,
I wonder if there is another like me,
who'll guess how many bees live on the lea?

If there is another who could spend all day,
roaming barefoot down a red road of clay,
Whose childhood memories he fondly saves,
while the daydreams come in endless waves,

I will search forever until we meet,
And no other pair could be as sweet.