Strike a fire as thoughts of circumstance
Invade your bravest dreams
Beyond the power given by a second glance
Walk through the yielding meadow grass
Sweetly waving there to you
By the coolest waters
Of a stream

Secret parts of the wishes for our futures
Dance like candles in the wind
After a kiss of promise brings an answer
To all of those places which our feet
Have wandered oh so bravely  
And will not ever have
To trod again

Joy will overflow from the passion in our veins
Within the very depths of our hearts
Spirits like our own, strike fires, which remain
Whirling amidst thunder and lightening
While walking through the yielding meadow grass
By the coolest waters of a stream
Igniting in a start