I close my eyes, the lantern dies
The scent of awakening, wildhoney 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 winterheart in a place called home
Sailing the waves of past

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 color of the kites

Meadows of heaven