these wind stricken plains But I do believe It is our fate to reside here Away from the mountains of youth and safety In a fragile meadow (We build
of you And I know what?s true Sparkling meadows A thousand stars are shining Fall in colours blinding Rainbows in the night And I know what?s right Sparkling meadows
Childhood games Woods and lakes Streams of silver Toys of olden days Meadows of heaven The flowers of wonder And the hidden treasures In the meadow
(Instrumental) In April weather when the meadow was bloomin' we walk together to the top of the hill upon the clover when the meadow was bloomin
Lying here in this flower meadow Feeling free Hovering on a cloud Worries vanished Looking down on These people Do they deserve This grief All those
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Twisted and insane The house you built No longer the same Once you're there Once you're there You can't come back Nothing lives Nothing grows Inside the dead meadow
I recognized I was far Far from my home Further from her smile Not sure if I would return Or just lay down and die As I stood in Phaedra?s Meadow Well
Ancient sights to slave his longings Lost and captive between two worlds Have you seen this place before? Have you seen my fields of joy? But within his
fall asleep and see it all: Mother?s care and colour of the kites. Meadows of Heaven. Meadows of Heaven. Meadows of Heaven. Meadows of Heaven. Meadows
I don't ask why, I just fall into the meadow I close my eyes , and wait to die Yes, I am a liar Yes, I am a sinner Please forgive my broken soul But
In the mist of the morning light's shadows Triumphant, he stands battered and proud In the dark of the morning light's shades The meadow is red, and the
Icy wind of night be gone, this is not your domain in the sky a bird was heard to cry misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds be like the
[Music: O. Borud]
frightening cold blackness And that something seemed a womb I reborn out of nowhere I can't remember a thing of what I was All I know is that I came from the meadows
On a warm summer day you'll find him there, relaxing in the shadows, tapping his toe, under a tree, down in Kangarooster Meadows. K-A-N-GAROOSTER M-E
will always be thirsting for floods of impurest pain, pouring so splendidly from the scar of my brief being, forever storming through the ashen meadows
not wanted here eyes sulk with the burden of never-ending tears i am loved but not wanted here pain is only the beggining which binds us all together the meadows