Dreaming

Dreaming of you as we rode

Out admist the cow parsley

Waist high

Or across the frozen snow

That littered the meadows

Dreaming of you

I will be

Until the end of eternity

Deep down inside my memory

These things are not even past

For me

Because when the soul finds its true home

How can it ever depart

From that place

And how can the rest of life

Not be

But one long lament

For what was lost

Stolen

Or left