Clover, I love you,
I love you like I love
Love, I love you like I love
To sit beneath trees in the sun,
I love you like I love you hear the birds
Singing joyful melodies, following the wind, letting
Their souls fly along with its soft, breeze; Clover, you are
A soft whisper in my ear; and all I hear is: "I'll be here for you;
                                 don't worry."