One From The Meadow - Jon Lord

Ambling gently down this old path

Under a tunnel made of green trees

The clean sweet smell of grass is calling me

Soon I’ll reach the style and lamber over

Stepping onto summer’s softest soil and into open fields

Stretching out before my eyes

A vista just like Heaven here on earth

As I walk the poppies tickle

Delicately behind my knees

As I walk I feel the ripple

Running down my spine, reminding me that

I’m alive and I am feeling a sense of freedom and honesty

Ask me if I care that sentimental I may be

But one day dear, I’ll bring you here

And we will share

Heaven here on earth

Stretching out before my eyes

Like a Heaven here on earth

All around me grass a-quiver

A caressing breeze that sends a shiver

And the thought blew through

That I should bring to you…

One from the meadow

One from the meadow

Show you this Heaven here on earth