In the morning I walk and sing, When my voice is fresh and can make a tempo bright, You must like the sound, I ask a bird in the tree. I feel the melody and push the air from my lungs, And the bird and I enjoy the day and simple pleasures of life. “Edelweiss, edelweiss, every morning you greet me, small and white, clean and bright, you look happy to see me.” The image of a white flower in the snow, –