Lovers in the long grass look above them,
only they can see where the clouds are going,
only to discover dust and sunlight
ever make the sky so blue.
Afternoon is hazy, river flowing,
all around the sounds
moving closer to them, telling them the story
told by flora, dreams they never knew.
Silver willows, tears from Persia,
those who come from a far-off island,
Winter chanterelle lies under cover,
Glory-of-the-sun in blue.
Some they know as passion, some as freedom,
some they know as love and the way it leaves them,
Summer snowflake for a season
when the sky above is blue,
when the sky above is blue.
Lying in the long grass close beside her
giving her the name of the one the moon loves,
this will be the day she will remember
when she knew his heart was
loving in the long grass close beside her
whispering of love and the way it leaves them
lying in the long grass in the sunlight,
they believe it’s true love,
and from all around them flora’s secret
telling them of love and the way it breathes
looking up from eyes of amaranthine
they can see the sky is blue,
knowing that their love is true,
dreams they never knew,
and the sky above is blue.