The meadow
A stranger came to me with flowers alone
In a thousand colors I had never known
My only roses were as grey as stone
My only tulips were as white as bone
He promised me a meadow
Full of red and green and yellow
But I refused his hand
I did not go with him to that strange land
I said I'll come with you another day
For I have learn to love the grey
For I have found color within
Even the greyest grey carnation
For I can seen, under soft moon light
The beauty of the flowers of the night
So I'll stay here a little while longer
I'll remain a little while stronger
Until the clocks all stop ticking
Until the birds all stop speaking
Until then, I'll stay here, living
But don't cry, dear stranger
Don't shed a tear in anger
For when all is said and all is right
I'll come to pick the flowers at your side
