In my mind I recall Johnson Pasture
It's etched a warm memory
On that blanket we'd listen to songbirds
Beneath the Magnolia Tree

You’re not here when I wake to the present
Long ago someone stole you away
But you’ll run down the hill through the flowers
In my dreams for the rest of my days

Love was sweet by that stream in the pasture
Tender  lips came alive merged with mine
And I got so entangled forever
Two hearts became one of a kind

Our sweet rendezvous, now it's only for parking
On a mall where no blooms are a part
While old pavement from Portland hides Johnson Pasture
It's alive and still real in my heart