The Spring Of 1117 Lyrics

Enrico Garzilli The Spring Of 1117

Héloïse
  In the spring of 1117
  My heart is yearning to sing
  For in the convent of 1116
  I never knew such a spring
  With him I will fly like a song-bird
  With him I will try canticles not yet heard

Females
  For he is Plato
  He is mistletoe
  He is Socrates
  He's the Pyrenees
  He is logic
  He's forbidden fruit
  He is light
Héloïse
  He's my truth

Héloïse
  In the spring of 1117
  My heart wants to dance and rejoice
  For in my Latin, Greek, French and convent prayers
  I never knew such a voice
  With him I will fly like a songbird
  With him I will try canticles not yet heard

Females
  For he is Plato
  He is mistletoe
  He is Socrates
  He's the Pyrenees
  He is logic
  He's forbidden fruit
  He is light
Héloïse
  He's my truth

Héloïse
  In the spring of 1117
  The world is waiting to play
  With him I want to dance out on the roof
  But I must study with him