The Meadow

I’ll show you, if you’ll let me
A meadow, verdant green.
That’s filled with flowers and butterflies
Of colours never seen.

The morning sun flies sparkling
On silver dew-drop tears
Of laughter, love and happiness
As misty sadness clears.

The colours in the meadow,
The colours of my love,
Are lit like jewels of passion
Or starfire from above.

All this I lay before you.
A gift from loving heart.
Walk with me in our meadow, love
And never will we part.

‘Neath gentle trees we’ll wend our way
The singing streamlets by
And never more feel sorrow.
Our love will lift us high.

The days and years will pass us
And never make us old.
For in our hearts we’re ageless
With love like ours to hold.