The sound of a harp from heaven,
a curtain of transparent light
and rivulets of happy laughin’
and the stillness of pure delight
are her wonder being,
the poem of her sweet might.
The look of wisdom from the source
and the something that comes from above.
Birth is the answer and death the riddle.
With love we know how to stay in the middle.
Some of the beings know the beyond.
She is that someone, she is that strong.
Arnika is her name from the womb.
A daughter she is of the great sun.
Her eyes are like doors and stars and two moons.
We can not imagine all that she brings,
but beautiful it is and that’s why I sing
and tell, that with her it is the new way.
The new heaven and earth she is and the link.
A child is born, a lady, a queen.
Tomorrow no longer is hope but is real.
Tomorrow is near because she is here.
Tomorrow is now, it’s there, it’s her gown.
She wears the light and glory crown.
The sound of a harp from heaven,
a curtain of transparent light
and rivulets of happy laughin’
and the stillness of pure delight
are her wonder being,
the poem of her sweet might.
Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany