words and music by Kyra
Frogs jumping in meadows of golden buttercups
Slow stream running near by a waterfall down the trickling path past the birch wood and the leafy trees oh the splendid breeze I’m listening to the birds sing Watching for the flowers to grow and bloom And the angels to dance in a circle of joy We are surrounded by light and we strong, strong because we belong There is a cabin on the hill we go there still after all of these years and you are mine the moon it shines Still when the sun rises in the morning Love of light it shines light of love it shines