Meadows of Heaven - Gregorian

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

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 past

Meadows of Heaven

Meadows of Heaven

Meadows of Heaven

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

Meadows of Heaven

Meadows of Heaven

Meadows of Heaven

Meadows of Heaven

Meadows of Heaven