To the Vales of Green

Fertile valleys
Cushion soft
Beyond coarse heather
And tumbled crofts
Fields of vision
Blurred by dew
Bending prisms
Of light to blue

I close my eyes
And its so real
When I look within
To where I feel
I’m driftwood floating
On a stream
Traveling to
The vales of green

My pack is heavy
Feet are sore
But I don’t feel pain
Anymore
When I can take
Your hand in mine
And feel the warmth
Of your sun shine

We close our eyes
And its so real
When we look within
To where we feel
We’re driftwood floating
On a stream
Traveling to
the vales of green