The Spring Of 1117 Lyrics

The Spring Of 1117 lyrics

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