Birds chirp their little dreams
A flutter of starlight midstream
But padding down by the river
She sits with her strawberries and whipped cream
The sunbeams reflect into her eyes
Mirroring the clouds in the sky
The scent of juniper in the air
Skimming stones from her fold up chair
The stars will shine
Down upon
The open fields, where horses graze
And flowers bloom
Pure of heart
That's what you are
Every drive with you, every laugh with you
Where dreams are born
Strolling through the little lanes
A place that long lost its name
But up on top of the hill
There's a bridge and an old windmill
There's another walk that she knows
Down by the tracks she likes to go
It leads her to a secret church
Where she'll lay down by a silver birch
The stars will shine
Down upon
The flowing streams, where stones are thrown
And memories born
Pure of heart
That's what you are
Every trip with you, every word with you
Where dreams are born
Don't say goodbye
You'll see them again
One step every day
Is all it takes
To go
