Here’ s a meadow full of sunshine
Ripe grasses lush and high;
There’ s a reaper on the roadway,
And a lark hangs in the sky.
There’ s a nest of love enclosing
Three little beaks that cry;
The reapers in the meadow
And a lark hangs in the sky.
Here’ s a mead all full of summer,
And tragedy goes by
With a knife amongst the grasses,
And a song up in the sky.