Within the meadow

Within the meadows, the wind it blows
And the mountains tickles the sky
The young children dance, heel and toe
And the the Lark fly on by

In brilliant colours, the flowers bloom
Along the waters edge
The sun shine without gloom
And the doe runs around the hedge

You look outside ask yourself why
Your fate could not have been the same
Now you say that all dreams must die
And yours was one to be buried in shame