Mayberry hills.

Golden leaves and Mayberry hills the light conceding the sea, there inside of every breath is your love for me, Boundless like a butterfly whom flutters in my stomach pit, in my eyes The dust of many dreamers come to sit, For all the reasons I do love, have merrily graced the forest floor, and there the wildest dreams unfold, and love grows evermore, be there true in understanding, that whilst I wait for his reprieve, all the stories lost in time Makes love the strongest to believe.