Walking through the grass
In the morning
Dew still gleaming on the blades
Sounds of feet on the forest floor
The stream gurgling softly
If only I could stay here
Like it were a summer day
Under the trees
Where everything is alive.
Walking through the grass
In the morning
Dew still gleaming on the blades
Sounds of feet on the forest floor
The stream gurgling softly
If only I could stay here
Like it were a summer day
Under the trees
Where everything is alive.