We lay in a field of barley
you smoothed my hair as the wind played
I told you my deepest dreams

You held them in your soft silken hands
and smiled
Then crushed them into sand

I lay in a field of barley, alone
dreaming

I will sing like a songbird on a warm breezy day,
And remember the songs
When the warm breezes stray,
As our God of mercy
When souls darken and hide,
Sun, songbirds and breezes
He will always provide.