We walked through the meadow, the moonlight and me,
When night held the earth within a velvet black sea,
And deep in a silence unbroken by all,
We watched as the stars were starting to fall.
The meadow grass waved to the whim of the breeze;
Those shooting stars fell to the will of black seas.
But I and the moonlight, ’til nighttime had passed,
Just sat there alone in that sweet meadow grass.