Sweet Spring Meadows Poem by Glenn Ford

I walked in the park to the sound of a lark singing high above my head
I looked up at the bird
My soul was stirred
Its sweet song was like golden thread.

The beautiful sound spun my mind round and round and just there I wanted to be
The moment was fleeting
But the heavenly meeting
Left me satisfied happy and free

Goodbye little bird I'm so glad that I heard your blissful song of cheer
Take care of your young
For they have not yet sung
To be savoured another fine year.