At least when my breath leaves the last
I know which way to go

I was in a dream I heard them singing
I walked through the walls of the yard outside
I followed and there they waited for me

The path was a little track 'tween banks of moorland high
Not desolate but filled with flowers
I stepped gently so I didn't disturb
Voices in sweet harmony

I joined in the song and they twinkled brown eyes
As I finished they all began to rise
I went with them along the little track
To a wide open space in the moonlight at last
Follow, follow

We danced, I jumped, my feet sank into springy snowgrass
It was fun we were laughing in lovely dark shadows
Deep ultramarine and stars then I left them at last
Found myself sleeping on hard stones birds chattered above
With a song in my heart of unconditional love
What a gift