Basically, I decided to draw a little baby as the central piece of my drawing because the music was somehow innocent-sounding, and I love the line of the song where it says “A new world waits for me.” This baby sleeps on a cloud that could also be some sort of floating lilypad-like thing, on a river or a sky. Either one could be the “right” heaven, like the first line. “Rain and river, a world of wonder may be paradise to me” . . . you see it is raining, with water droplets and little ankh-shaped drops. It’s raining life. Of course there is a rose there, because of the line about china roses.
Who can tell me if we have heaven,
Who can say the way it should be;
Moonlight holly, the Sappho Comet,
Angel’s tears below a tree.
You talk of the break of morning
As you view the new aurora,
Cloud in crimson, the key of heaven,
One love carved in acajou.
One told me of china roses,
One a thousand nights and one night,
Earth’s last picture, the end of evening:
Hue of indigo and blue.
A new moon leads me to
Woods of dreams and I follow.
A new world waits for me;
My dream, my way.
I know that if I have heaven
There is nothing to desire.
Rain and river, a world of wonder
May be paradise to me.
I see the sun.
I see the stars.