Meet me in the meadow,
and sing to me a song.
One I haven't heard before
but we've both known all along.
Surround me with the melody,
wrap me in sweet chords.
Sweep me towards the ocean
to walk along the shore.
There we'll stride, hand in hand
to greet the setting sun.
while colors touch your whispered wish
that two hearts shall beat as one.
And when water welcomes smiling stars,
and the breeze tickles my skin,
your words will keep me warm inside;
they'll light me from within.
We'll drift to sleep, me in your arms,
lying tangled in the sand.
And when we wake I'll ask you, please,
to sing to me again.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 5:05 PM UTC
Meet me in the meadow,
and sing to me a song.
One I haven't heard before
but we've both known all along.
Surround me with the melody,
wrap me in sweet chords.
Sweep me towards the ocean
to walk along the shore.
There we'll stride, hand in hand
to greet the setting sun.
while colors touch your whispered wish
that two hearts shall beat as one.
And when water welcomes smiling stars,
and the breeze tickles my skin,
your words will keep me warm inside;
they'll light me from within.
We'll drift to sleep, me in your arms,
lying tangled in the sand.
And when we wake I'll ask you, please,
to sing to me again.
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