When we were very far and there were never any roads, no star lights strung, to follow only a winding path, a branch to grasp a place to fill the hollow
blue the summer, with drowsy daisies came petals, petals, we drew circles round the sun gold spun, our halo heads of pollen gold, the bees of sleepy flowers, fallen they, seeking clover grass, heaven
days we lived deep in hills we were endless green, in countries never mapped stretching past the farms afield, in other worlds borderlands, too far to see, beyond the gray of days and we were ever free, in the shining silver of our hallowed hills of sun