I close my eyes, the lantern dies

The scent of awakening, wild honey and dew

Childhood games, woods and lakes

Streams of silver, toys of olden days



Meadows of Heaven

Meadows of Heaven



Lands of wonder and of hidden treasures

In the meadow of life, my acre of Heaven

A five-year-old winter heart in a place called home

Sailing the waves of past



Meadows of Heaven

Meadows of Heaven

Meadows of Heaven

Meadows of Heaven



Rocking chair without a dreamer

A wood and a spring without laughter?

Sandbox without toy soldiers

Yuletide without the flight

Dream down for her



Flowers wither, treasures stay hidden

Until I see the first star-fall

I fall asleep and see it all

Mother's care and colour of the kites



Meadows of Heaven

Meadows of Heaven

Meadows of Heaven

Meadows of Heaven

Meadows of Heaven

Meadows of Heaven

Meadows of Heaven