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 past

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 1st star of fall

I fall asleep and see it all:
Mother's care and colour of the kites

Meadows of Heaven