Meadow Child

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

I stay in the shadow until he returns

and comes back to meI write him postcards and letters

And he always does reply

And tells me sweet tales

Of his pastoral lifeHe comes back to meI wrote postcards

He comes back to meHe's still a meadow child, one of the sun

I stay in the shadow until he returns

And comes back to me