La, la la la
La la la
la la laaa la la
La la la.

You came in the summer
Brought beauty and wonder, 
two sides of a coin, the same.
And the oak in the meadow
smiled at the willow
when they heard the sound of your name.

Fairies will dance
when they catch a glance,
when they spot your love
your tender, a dove.
‘Cause myths or real creatures
you love all their features.
They cheer at the sound of your name.
Singing songs, my sweet, Ayla Rae.

You’re strong and your brave.
Mighty, leading the way.
You’re kind and you’re good,
try to do what you should.
And you see every part,
you’re a work of ART.
Magnificent, the sound of your name.
Bright songs of my sweet Ayla Rae.

But one day it will fade,
all the magic you’ve made
and you’ll be run down.
Your head on the ground.
And you’ll sink in the shade
when tears burn your face.
When you can’t hear the sound of your name.
Lost songs of my sweet Ayla Rae.

But someday when I’m gone 
you’ll sing on this song—
recall all the truths,
the things you once knew.
When you’ve found every part,
when you given your heart,
you’ll praise the sound of His name.
Sing on, my sweet Ayla Rae.

Can you hear it now?
Trees dance with their boughs
when they hear the sound of her name.
It’s the song of my sweet Ayla Rae.