Take me where the wind whispers,
the tales of the long-gone days.
To the field where it strokes the golden ears.
Her gentle gown of velvet green,
Her wildflower musk enchants me.
The soft pink skies,
The orange glow awakens the stars.
And I sit in this beauty serene,
My guitar playing to her lullaby of dreams.
And as rippling waters, awaken the night queen.
In the light of the dying embers,
I drift off into dreams.