What could be better
Then the grazing grass
The green alive
Shining with the morning dew
Then the grazing grass
The green alive
Shining with the morning dew
What could be better
Than the wind brushing the leaves
Caressing them
In their whispering harmony
Than the wind brushing the leaves
Caressing them
In their whispering harmony
And what would be worse
When they are all gone?
When they are all gone?
