As I roam through the beautiful countryside,

Watching the clouds drift idly as they do pass.

Stooping to pick some flowers for my bride,

Walking in the meadow of green green grass.

Watching the cows like they seem to mime,

And glancing a passing look at pretty lass.

Caring not with a care for the passing time,

Walking in the meadow of green green grass.

Counting the berries on an odd looking bush,

Looking in a pond with a surface like glass.

Why? Oh why? does the world need to rush?

Walking in the meadow of green green grass.

Birds fill the air with their pleasant song,

The sadness I feel makes me feel so crass.

Loss of the one I knew and loved for so long,

Walking in the meadow of green green grass.

The years roll on and on can there be no end,

Walking in the meadow of green green grass.

Lost is the Love, on which I always depend,

Buried in the meadow of green green grass.