Walk with me in the Cyprus trees
as their leafy fingers wrap us round
quiet like, down the old creek road
where reality and all our dreams meet

See with me where glories bloom
their sweet nectar on our tongue
the early scent wafting in the breeze
rustling the daring buds of noon

Hold my hand as we stroll on down
to meet the cool creek's water edge
to dip our toes in the thick mud bog
and to strip on down to take a swim

Laugh with me as the cool wind blows
and sends the glories' buds to flight
as the ****-eyed crow upon the branch
will humor us with his sweet calls

Watch with me, the fireflies
as the sun melts into night
a new made playground opens up
for our young hearts to find

Walk with me, down this dusty creek road
to where the water's clear and glories bloom
where the mud is thick and the grass is green
our hearts can sing with the lonely heron's tune

Feel with me, the Cyprus trees
feel the earth beneath your feet
the pounding of your own heartbeat
the heat of my hand in yours
as we stroll down the old creek road