Dance in the dew...
On the skinny grass,
Where it was newly cut,
The meadow, cold and brittle,
My feet brushed in the drizzle...
Drizzle was crystal,
As you stumbled,
Through your play,
We laughed with...
Where it was newly cut,
The meadow, cold and brittle,
My feet brushed in the drizzle...
Drizzle was crystal,
As you stumbled,
Through your play,
We laughed with...