Passing Meadows

The trees are green and bubbling outside

They look so luscious and full of life;

But all i do is sit at my window

And look over passing meadows.

The wind is blowing but very subtly

Creasing the waters along so gently;

But all i do is sit at my window

And look over passing meadows.

Way up in the sky, beauty is what I see

Cotton wool animals floating so free;

But all i do is sit at my window

And look over passing meadows.

If I had one wish, and one wish only

It would be to dwell in the heavenlies

On the earth below and just make my mark;

If only I could walk!