I close my eyes The lantern dies The scent of awakening Wild honey and dew
Childhood games Woods and lakes Streams of silver Toys of olden days
Meadows of heaven
The flowers of wonder And the hidden treasures In the meadow of life My acre of Heaven A five-year-old winter heart In a place called home Sailing the waves of old
Meadows of heaven
Rocking chair without a dreamer A wooden swing without laughter? Sandbox without toy soldiers Yuletide without the Flight
Dreambound for life
Flowers wither, treasures stay hidden Until I see the first star of fall
I fall asleep And see it all: Mother's care And colour of the kites