Meadow Child

He's still a meadow child, one of the sun

I stay in the shadow until he returns

and comes back to me

I write him postcards and letters

And he always does reply

And tells me sweet tales

Of his pastoral life

He comes back to me

I wrote postcards

He comes back to me

He's still a meadow child, one of the sun

I stay in the shadow until he returns

And comes back to me