Lillie's bloom
Fields of green,
Where is this place
I yearn to be?
Mountain tops
Filled with snow,
This is the place
I want to go.
Strong fall streams
Glitter the moonlight beams,
Large bushy trees
Yield the suns rays
Like the gold trim of some hay.
Where is this place
I say to me?
Home is where this
Place is to be. |
