This day is born in simplicity
While I sit on the grass of a
Mid morning summer sun
And love the moments away
With the beauty of flowers
At my side pines softly stirring
Precious days, golden days
Aroma of green grasses
And sunrays softly sifting.
These distant horizons of
Fields ever glowing,
Tears of joy, happily flowing.
Where else could I go
How much happier could be
As God whispers from a tree.
While I sit on the grass of a
Mid morning summer sun
And love the moments away
With the beauty of flowers
At my side pines softly stirring
Precious days, golden days
Aroma of green grasses
And sunrays softly sifting.
These distant horizons of
Fields ever glowing,
Tears of joy, happily flowing.
Where else could I go
How much happier could be
As God whispers from a tree.