Butterfly Across The Meadow
Our dreams were wild flowers that arrested the field
In colours of youth and innocence
Our dreams were wild flowers that crowned the field
In a glory that was to fade
We were dreamers mapping the journey of clouds
Arriving in distant lands of adventure
Where we planted all our dreams
We were dreamers mapping the journey of clouds
Hoping to arrive in a distant future
Where dreams grew as tall as oaks
Butterfly across the meadow
Mother of our present
Can you carry our tomorrow for us?
Butterfly across the meadow
Lover of our present
Can you carry our tomorrow for us?
Our tomorrow is pollen from our dried tears
And our sorrow has become pregnant with dreams
For we have cried out all our nightmares
Butterfly across the meadow
Flying across the field to the distant mountains
Won’t you linger at those familiar stops?
Adorned with ghost flowers littering the lush field
Butterfly across the meadow
Flying across the field to distant mountains
Won’t you linger at these familiar stops?
Of ghost flowers echoing the past of buried dreams
Our dreams were once wild flowers that arrested this field
In bright colours of youth and innocence
Our dreams were once wild flowers that crowned this field
In a glory that has surely come to fade