Moon on the meadow, bugs in our ears,
Smoke in our eyes, wet wood and tears.
Up on the meadow, water somewhere.
We were the only ones there
Wild horses slushy, dry lakes and peaks,
Finding the love that everyone seeks.
Hiking to rainbows, sunsets, and stars.
Just finding out who we are.
We shall return there some lucky day.
Our hearts will guide us, they know the way.
People in cities don't understand
Falling in love with the land.
Moon on the meadow, bugs in our ears,
Smoke in our eyes, wet wood and tears.
Up on the meadow, laughter somewhere.
With you my friend, I am there.
