He's in the barn, watching the golden rays of sun
stream down. He's climbing the big, old oak tree, that
he's found. He's running off through the blades of grass.
He's thinking of, that cute, little girl who smiled at him
Angels wings, softly ring. With
the lullaby's that they sing.
Softening, the harshend winds, cry.
From deep outside. As gusts pick up
The stars are falling from the sky. The man in the moon
has shut his eyes. And the sun is gone away. But, that's
The grass keeps turning brown. Even though the rain, keeps
I see your tear stained cheeks, your soft green eyes
turn so dark and deep. Knowing I just need to wait with
perseverance, for these stormy times to pass. Watch you
as, your finger gently traces the rim of your glass. Know
Up above the sky so high. Reaching
out to the clouds drifting by. While sitting
here on the mountain side. With golden
sunflowers down below. Grateful to let
Hanging out with the girls next door,
Oh, what troubles we found galore. When
Warnings were ignored.And as we got bored,
drinking was explored. Listening to wrong,
Walking through my lavender garden.
Time sets, and pardons. Life softens,
and unhardens. Blue cascading, rivers
flow. Flowers blossom and grow. Birds
Come out of the dark.
Return to the light.
There's so much more to
Cross the meadow. On the other side of the hill,
down by, the old watermill. Watching the water swirl,
a little boy, and a little girl. Skipping rocks and fishing,
closing their eyes, and wishing. Climbing trees to