Pastures in Heaven
Love; it's sweet candle burning
Its flame and smoke transpiring the wax that melts away slowly
Sitting peacefully with my pipe,
My clock and dusty looking glass,
And the like;
Whether it turns slow, whether it turns fast
My mystical porch overlooks the moonlit fields, overgrown with nature
With stars making of magic the night time sky,
My mind speaks of days as yet unknown to me,
But only in this stream filled of dreams,
Of rocky puddles, of children at play
At the lazy touch of joy that permits me to live and be each day
Cows graze from my pasture untouched by man's frail hands
Love's sweet cocktail; it's very aroma intoxicating
Takes hold of me and all that inhabit this sweet precious land
For what greater thing can my eyes behold
Than to stand tall and upright with my beloved
Her sweet innocence held with mine
To see love in all things
To live it together and know of that, that better will bring
Here in this majesty, this called Heaven
That will be here for us now, always and forever
Its flame and smoke transpiring the wax that melts away slowly
Sitting peacefully with my pipe,
My clock and dusty looking glass,
And the like;
Whether it turns slow, whether it turns fast
My mystical porch overlooks the moonlit fields, overgrown with nature
With stars making of magic the night time sky,
My mind speaks of days as yet unknown to me,
But only in this stream filled of dreams,
Of rocky puddles, of children at play
At the lazy touch of joy that permits me to live and be each day
Cows graze from my pasture untouched by man's frail hands
Love's sweet cocktail; it's very aroma intoxicating
Takes hold of me and all that inhabit this sweet precious land
For what greater thing can my eyes behold
Than to stand tall and upright with my beloved
Her sweet innocence held with mine
To see love in all things
To live it together and know of that, that better will bring
Here in this majesty, this called Heaven
That will be here for us now, always and forever
